The Sorrow of Salty Sam

The outpouring of sadness in Bexhill among those who care about the desecration of Salty Sam and Seaweed Sally is palpable.

Society these days and the ‘morons’ that would see it sink to even lower levels, is a very dark place.

If you would be kind enough to print this and the rhyme below, then Andy, creator of this Cooden Beach Flotsam Artwork, may feel encouraged to know that some people do care.

The Sorrow of Salty Sam

My words are wood

But the meaning’s strong

I hope they come back

‘ere too long.

My friends are lost -

Know not what to say

I also fear my hand’s

Thrown away.

My wife I can’t cuddle

My words she can’t hear

She cries to see me

So damaged, it’s clear

So, if you know the place

Of my hand and my word

Please bring them back

It’s all so absurd!

Hilary Rhodes

South Cliff


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