Rhyl
Your poems about the seaside town of Rhyl...
Linda: "Didn't we have a lovely time..." |
Stuart: "People have changed, the visitors have gone..." |
Sophie: "So here you hit the shops and meet up with your friends..." |
Gwynne: "Travelling along the A55, signpost to Rhyl, spirits come alive..." |
Alice: "Our treat was the fairground at Marine Lake..." |
David: "What is there today for kids? Litter wherever I look." |
Norman: "When the on shore breeze blows a little cool..." |
Aaron: "litter in the streets sewage in the sea.." |
Alice: "Turn left and you'll come to the Cut..." |
Brummie Stu: "The splash in the pool, the bucket and spade..." |
Emma: "Its fairs, the mods, the motorbikes..." |
Daniel: "It's dead on the street, the wind's blowing a tune." |
John shares memories of the Mayor of Golden Sands. |
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