People supporting Armed Forces Day, leaving the Steyne
Umbrella’s up – racing to get out of the rain
Their duty done, tombola tickets bought
And sympathy extended to the belly dancers
Gyrating in the breeze, smiling at the applause.
Now homeward bound along the prom
Coat collars up, hoods hiding hair.
A coach load of day trippers from Wales
Running from the windy pier – glad to be going home.
This is Worthing on a cold summer Saturday.
Even with the Artists’ trail to follow
It is not a place to stand and stare
Or look at a flapping gazebo of books.
Six local authors see their hopes
Swept away as folk speed past.
The weather beat us, as we shivered,
Our precious offerings ignored.
“I’ll come back” said one lady,
“I’m doing the trail – you’ll still be here?”
A young man stopped, demonstrating to his friends
He could appreciate words on a page
But gave an excuse, leaving without a book.
A huddle of students ran across the road, not looking back
We stayed, unnoticed, shivering in the wind
So sorry you missed us.