On Meadfoot Sea Lane Poem by Alan Sandham
On Meadfoot Sea Lane
I struggle up Meadfoot Sea Lane,
Against the wind and in slight rain,
A long hill, but there's the game,
For, some say, in pain there's gain.
But for myself I'd rather be seated
In some small pub, surfeited
With chips and ale,
Pleasures which, with too much repetition, stale.
From my vantage on this walk,
That danger of it's staling is just talk.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Meadfoot Sea Lane is a particularly steep road in Torquay, Devon, England. There is a small pub at the end of it.
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