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.