ODE TO BLACKIE BEACH 

By the Urban Poet

A place where nature shines

through dark waters

Where memories glisten

as we intently listen

to the birds and our memories

of good times past

 

A childhood passing on so fast

But although they all seem out of reach

Thoughts come alive at Blackie Beach

At Blackie beach was where we played

and skimmed our stones

not far from home

but we could have been on a desert Island

as the water lapped enticingly by us 

 

A piece of rope a tree, a swing,

Cries of laughter, a girl that sings

So much fun and things to teach

about our lovely times at Blackie Beach

 

Milbank Farm and Mill so bleak

The ships and boats, the natural treats

Fishing, frogging and making rafts

Playing games and acting daft

 

For many years it then became

a place neglected and overgrown

Flotsam and rubbish left to rot

Marking the landscape with a blot

 

It felt lonely and sad until people had

to clean it and save it from

something bad.

Now Blackie’s restored but even more

it’s transformation has helped to form

a  place to honour lost souls forgotten

as the years gave way

to things more modern

 

So we come  to Blackie Beach today

and wipe any salty tears away

To celebrate the lives of those

who lived and died right near our homes 

We remember you all, forgotten you’re not

we now honour your memory at this beauty spot, Blackie Beach

From ‘Rhymes and Reasons by ‘Rick’ Varden