Eighty foot time three miles of wooden boardwalk
to the right white beaches and the Atlantic Ocean
to the left, shops, eateries and fortune tellers.
Block upon block, under the auspices of the casino
on whose area it falls.
Panhandlers, wearing odd shoes, amongst the wealthy
ignored in the main, rummaging through the trash.
Mothers and infants, weary and tearful.
Rickshaws Atlantic City style, carrying the load
saving the legs and feet of the lazy.
Less people today, less frantic pace
beaches a haven to both young and old.
Blue buses ferrying between the casino's
looping through glitz and glamour, but not
avoiding the slums and the down trodden people
reliant on tourism that the casino's bring.
Such a vast variety and eclectic mix.
A concert at the bandstand memorial, New Jersey
Pageant Queens of past and present, singing, dancing
giving their all, to entertain those sitting, resting.
Seafood buffet, a delightful end to the day – as we
return to 'Secret'.
Jean. A. Isherwood-Farley
July 2009
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