Renowned for cliffs and beaches
A seaside town with natural charm
And on the outskirt village hamlets
With cows, horses and a farm
There were tourists in the summer
A different feel on winter days
But as a child it was idyllic
And the memory of it stays
Now flats and surfpods litter
The cliffs and fields around the town
The skyline flawed, and vistas ruined
The seagulls cry a mournful sound
Is this progress or a sellout
Where profit takes the upper hand
And now the surfers rule the coastline
Taking over sea and sand
Fast food and memorabilia
Fill the streets with junk for sale
Surfboards dominate the beaches
Surfers drinking pints of ale
I grieve the loss of home now
But it remains within my heart
The natural beauty won’t diminish
Mother Nature does her part
