Sunny Saturday and the low green,
Is dotted with daisies and dandelions.
Bubbles of mammies, daddies, weans and dugs,
Sprauchled on deckchairs, plaids and rugs.
Babbies crawlin on chubby knees,
The smell o burgers burning on barbecues, blawin on the breeze.
Tea’s poured fae flasks and cider is sipped,
Wi windbreaks and gazebos, folk are equipped.
Iphones beltin oot sonsie tunes,
Lassies growin intae legs which have grown long ower lockdoon.
Neebors blether tae wan an ither just like in closes,
Sweet grass and gowans like tiles and peony roses.
Doon by the café, folk wait their turn.
Auld mods on mopeds oot for a run.
Bikers on big Harley’s lean back in the sun.
On the shore, skin of all kinds shimmers in the heat,
Colours across the spectrum, bare sandy feet.
Weans plooter aboot in the warm pools left by the tide,
Skiddlin wi spades and pails, wunnerin whaur the crabs bide.
No everybody is happy mind..
A skinny, thrawn faced dad,
Himsel nae mair than a lad,
Leans ower his girnin wean,
Peely wally skin moving ower his ribs.
A wifie shouts at her man fir no listening,
He tells her tae stop threapin on.
Seagulls pinch chips.
Somebody curses, and ….
……. a wean draps her cone.
Thir’s sand and snotters on sticky wee faces.
Sandals, and sannies and sari’s,
Sun cream and sunburn and sunstroke
And hash smoke and sirens and swearing and stooshies,
And shells and seaweed and….
….. some cunt wi a drone.
But we’re aliiiiiiiiiiiive !
So here’s tae us –
Tae the bossy matriarchs baukit in deckchairs,
Knees apart, arms under bosoms,
Watchin ower their brood.
Tae the weemin who bring umpteen weans and fishing nets,
And picnics o pieces, and buggies and grannies, on the train,
And sit on the beach til it’s time tae go haim.
Tae the mammies and daddies pushin weans in wheelchairs,
On the shore front,
The sand as well a million miles away.
Tae the petrol heids in souped up motors,
Driving nose tae tail,
Tae the big Asian families who gather in the gloamin,
Tae watch the sun go doon ower Goatfell.
Tae the weans blawin bubbles fae wands,
A rainbow of colour in ilka sphere,
Perfect for a moment.
Here’s tae us.
Copyright Tracy Anne Harvey.