I pushed you in your pram
along the Cleethorpes promenade;
Getting you to sleep was hard, so
We / I (?) strode up Seaview Street
and down St Peters Avenue
and back around to Highgate.
You were half awake
Or with eyelids closed but... not for long.
Quite a few changes here but I think it reads better. I like ‘up’, ‘down’ and ‘along’.
That pram would seem old fashioned now
and anyway prams don't fit in cars,
but they were elegant and sprung
like coronation carriages. Plastic
Playthings hung from the canopy
and occupied you for a while, but not for long....
So long ago it seems and yet
The prom is much the same.
The sand still stretches far
And it’s a long way to the sea.
The sea still chill....
The tide is in for once. But not for long.