I’d squabble with my brother, most
of the way;
We’d catch the train at
Chatham,…not too late,
Then spend the day, at sunny
As a kid, we’d go to the coast for
With our buckets and spades, we’d
play in the sand,
Then cross the road, for some time
Down the slope we’d trot, and pay
Stare in the distorted mirrors,
where we’d all look funny.
On the Helta Skelta we’d climb the
steps, to the top,
Sit on a mat, and slide round, til
we came to a stop;
Grab a stick with a hook, to try
At winning a prize, by catching a
The Big Wheel towered above us,
with its swinging chairs,
Suspended…high up in the air.
Dad would try his hand, with an
But the prizes on show, were
We’d feast on candy-floss, and
have an ice cream,
Buy sticks of rock with writing,
to show where we’d been.
Fish and chips wrapped in paper;
look at the postcard display;
Buy souvenir ornaments, to
remember the day.
These days, so I hear, the place
At least…that’s what the news
It’s such a shame; - there’s so
much potential, like before,
To be the greatest resort on South
East Kent’s shore.
Restore Theme Park, shops, and
Clean up the town; kick out
Give future generations the
chance, to leave with a smile,
After spending their time on
Margate’s Golden Mile.
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