Isn’t summertime just grand
Children playing by the sea-shore
Building seaside castles in the sand
Poolside picnics we demand
Sand in sandwiches we deplore
Isn’t summertime just grand
Sun cream to give a safe tan
And stop our shoulders getting sore
Building seaside castles in the sand.
Sea breeze blows across the land
We can hear the ocean roar
Isn’t summertime just grand
Music mellow from the brass band
Across the pier soothing sounds soar
Building seaside castles in the sand
Collecting seashells and seaweed by hand
Decorating the creations we adore
Isn’t summertime just grand
Building seaside castles in the sand
Alison Jean Hankinson
For d’verse– an attempt at a villanelle…..
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It is grand with castles in the sand. Nice portrayal of summer. I enjoyed the villanelle.
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This has a wonderful lightness of a carefree summer…
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A great snapshot of summer, Alison, superbly expressed.
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It is so grand and fun ~ Love the summer seaside sandcastles villanelle ~
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A lighthearted, happy time at the seashore, all encapsulated in a well-drawn villanelle! Bravo
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Very effective use of the poem. Made me homesick for the beach. We had sand sculpture contests every spring. I loved them so much…many were large and grand castles.
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Methinks thee enjoyed thyself immensely as you penned this dusky gem. I appreciate the light-hearted approach-mine was about death–all dramatic & shit.
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Yes but it rocked…I loved your deathly offering.
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Grand indeed, I’m going to read this one to my daughter before we head to the beach!
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For cold countries summertime is grand and sweet as beautifully portrayed in your well constructed villanelle. But for us it’s the brief winter 🙂
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This one brought a smile 🙂 I couldn’t help thinking that the repetition of how grand summertime is, was trying to convince yourself of the truth of it. Brisk sea breezes on English beaches when you suddenly realise that you’re wet and cold, is what I remember from childhood holidays. I’d love it now. Oh to have those times again!
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This is a fun poem that reminds me of the best parts of summer. I enjoyed the alliteration.
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Isn’t your villanelle just grand? Like a Polaroid photo of a day at the sea
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Love the full circle you take here….to end with the decorating of those sand castles. And oh yes….always so disconcerting to bite into that sandwich on your beach picnic and feel the grit of sand as you chew. But somehow, it’s okay…because ain’t summer grand? 🙂
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Priceless!
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