Smell the scent of salt and breathe the ozone in the air
Hear the cry of gulls above, in weather foul or fair
The sea laps beneath it, the water crystal clear
Boats, nets and lobster pots, nestled by Bognor pier.
One day calm flat and shimmering from the sun
Not really warm but to dive in it might be rather fun
And on another, the wind carves tall white sea horses that glare
To bathers, sailors and all who might consider it, beware.
Thrusting out regardless to reach for some far off place
No it can’t be struck by fire or storm to vanish without trace.
To those who cherish it, who use it and enjoy it, have no fear
The people of this town stand firm to support their trust in Bognor Pier.