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Sussex By The Sea

By Robin Tulley

In all this land their’s none more fair
Than Sussex, in all it’s majesty,
The salt kissed turf, the bluebell woods
The chalk cliffs holding back the sea.
The Wealds, the marshes, the billowing downs
The windswept woods of Beech and Oak,
The Beacons three, the Bosham estuary
Poignant memories to evoke.
From Camber Sands to Chichester
Rye, nestling by the distant shore,
There’s none so beautiful to ease the mind
When seeking solace from life’s roar.
Hastings, Lewes, battlegrounds both
Where men of Sussex fought and fell,
To defeat the hordes that engulfed our land
And against tyranny rebel.
The sheep that grazed on Southdown grass
Fish in abundance from Selsey,
Sunny Worthing tomatoes and Horsham Ales
All bountiful to see.
A scenic train ride up to The Devils Dyke,
A Charabanc to Litlington for tea,
A stroll along Brighton’s bustling West pier,
Eastbourne’s Bandstand, enjoying a melody.
They maybe things of yesteryear
Of Sussex, when in it’s prime,
But the nostalgia for the county
Still stands the test of time.
Poet’s of note, wrote in verse and in rhyme
Of their passion for Sussex’s bounty,
Kipling, Shelley and Belloc were but a few
Whose words spoke of their love of the county.
So, wherever life’s journey may take you
Be it other lands you may explore,
You will never find anything of such beauty
As Sussex, twixt down land and shore.