<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Torquay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tide is now far out of reach, of the beach, <br>And so there are miles of sand, a sight so grand, <br>A lighthouse takes a stand, long time unmanned, <br>While seagulls veer and fly inland, up the strand.<br>Boats are following the tide, and smoothly glide, <br>And salty winds beat the distant waves, to the caves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I sit here on weathered rocks, without my socks, <br>Looking out across the sea, in a warm Torquay.<br>Along the curving promenade, the Med's displayed, <br>With luscious palms of green, which set the scene.<br>And rising up behind the bay, a strange jumbled array, <br>Of holiday apartments, most are let, with a kitchenette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here with their lists of guarantees, row's of neat, clean B & B's<br>Are waiting for rooms to be vacated, ready for those awaited, <br>With no fixed times for meals, for that is what appeals<br>To the weekly and fortnightly partakers, and early wakers.<br>And here I am dangling my toes, and writing some prose.<br>A better life than this, could not exist, it is sheer bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with the tide just on the turn, I think I'll now adjourn, <br>To tea and mouth-watering cakes, which Grandma makes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390727" data-title="Torquay de Ernestine Northover" data-description="The tide is now far out of reach, of the beach, And so there are miles of sand, a sight so grand, A lighthouse takes a stand, long time unmanned, While seagulls veer and fly inland, up the strand. Boats are following the tide, and smoothly glid..."></div> </div> </div>

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