Children screaming like things let free.
The wild waves roaring on the rolling sea.
The sea-gulls swooping with a noisy screech.
The loud kerfuffle of the summer beach.
Leave me be, let me read my paper,
Away from any noisy caper.
Grandfathers have the right to refuse
To be tempted away from the daily news.
Too much news here:
See tomorrow's blog for some sun-drenched nostalgia.