Seaside Town
By David, United Kingdom
Winter: my campaign season. I re-occupyBeaches and streets the tourists overran
Till the weather drove them back. The place
Is plainly dressed for liberation
Dark green, stone and ocean grey, and speaks
The unaffected accent of a wave
Not meant for visitors' paddling. The blue and gold
And simpering kissing breezes are reserved
For next year's army in its uniform
Of shorts and silly hats,
Content as always to look at camouflage.