Burnham-On-Sea poem wins Somerset poetry contest
tongue-in-cheek poem about Burnham-On-Sea has been named as one
of the winners of a Somerset poetry contest.
Somers, right, entered her poem into the competition, organised
by Somerset Skills and Learning, and was "surprised and delighted"
to find she had come third overall.
poem, which is published at the bottom of this page, takes a light-hearted
look at life in Burnham-On-Sea and lampoons many of the local
peculiarities, such as the constant seagull poo and the 'sea that
is never quite blue'.
who lives in Burnham's Oxford Street, told Burnham-On-Sea.com:
"I was delighted when I heard my poem had won and has been
turned into a postcard."
added: "I have lived in Burnham all my life, as did my parents,
and my grandparents are buried here, so I feel experienced to
see the funny side of my home town, but I do get very defensive
when I hear others putting it down."
belongs to the Writers in Somerset group, which meets fortnightly
to help each other develop their work and style. She is currently
busy editing a novel which she has just sent off to several publishers
in the hope that one will be interested.
become very much like children you get very defensive and
protective towards them. Even though I am very proud of my story,
it is still scary when you introduce it to a publisher as you
never know if they will like it or not," she said.
if her story doesn't get published, her postcard poem is now available
from the Somerset Skills & Learning centre in Princess Street,
Burnham, The Princess Theatre and Hurleys Bookshop in The High
Burnham-on-Sea is the place for me, well known for its
lighthouse on stilts.
We have over here the lands shortest pier and a lovely
church tower that tilts.
long sandy beach, within easy reach, and a sea that is never
grockles galore, to this very shore, and in summer theres
always a queue.
each shop and each pub, as they purchase their grub, theres
never a car parking space,
they come for the sun and the West Country fun, so we mustnt
pull a grim face.
blessed 'coz Im here, all through the year, walking
along by the Brue, a left turn I take, and Im at Apex
Lake, feeding the swans as I do.
Bridgwater Bay, it goes a long way, and Hinkley Point you
say that we glow, but that is not so, in fact its
a pretty bad lie.
summers a lark, picnic by the park, and often a rather
enjoy our Folkfest, and some of the best bands tend to make
it their date.
nights mean Carnival lights and follow a musical firework
town is our own, do you hear me grown? The tourists have
all gone away.
is never dull, each hungry seagull scatters our litter afar,
I do not care, for I like them there, even the poo on my
intend to stay, for many a day, Burnham-on-Seas my
my own eyes, I award it the prize, of the jewel in the Somerset