Twas the 9th of December, and the pier had just closed
There were plans afoot for a party up the road
The volunteers had all left to get dressed
and refine themselves to their Sunday best.
The lights were all hung on the pier with care
Waiting to be illuminated by our mayor
Creating a view, the scene was so grand,
thanks to the council team who had it all planned.
A Heritage Centre, a huge treasure trove,
Preserving the past is a mission to prove.
With artefacts and stories, it weaves a tale,
Of Bangor’s rich history, set to prevail.
Our pier is adorned with shops and with flair,
Ice creams and trinkets, a visitor’s lair.
And fishermen cast their lines with a smile,
with tales of catches travelling a mile.
The Pavilion had echoed with laughter and cheer,
As memories blossomed, year after year.
Of structures rebuilt, and stories retold.
Through storms and sunshine, the pier stood tall,
The aroma of coffee from a quaint little stall,
Wafted through the air, a comforting call.
Visitors gathered, beneath the blue sky,
Sipping the warmth, as birds soared high.
Another is a haven for seaside wares,
Trinkets and souvenirs, with stories to share.
From postcards to shells, each memory adept,
In the heart of the pier, where dreams are kept.
Kiosks, like storytellers, who whisper tales,
Of the pier’s history, and the salty gales.
With open doors, and smiles so sincere,
They welcome the world, year after year.
In Bangor’s heart, where the waves gently kiss,
Volunteers stand, an integral bliss.
With passion and purpose, they lend a hand,
To safeguard the pier, like guardians, they stand.
Trustees, like anchors, are steadfast and true,
Navigating challenges, old and new.
They work hand in hand, a dedicated crew,
Preserving the pier, their mission in view.
Through storms and sunshine, they toil with care,
Guardians of history, a burden they’d bear.
Volunteers and trustees, a united force,
Ensuring the pier stayed true to its course.
In meetings, they’d gather, decisions to weigh,
Charting a course for the pier’s future day.
With dedication burning, like a flame in the night,
They shaped the pier’s destiny, with heartfelt might.
So, here’s to the volunteers, and the trustees so bold,
Whose stories of service, through time will be told.
In the heart of Bangor, by the sea so wide,
They stand by the pier, with unwavering pride.
Now on this eve, as the lights are displayed,
The essence of Bangor is a legacy laid.
The pier stands in glory, a beacon so bright,
Guiding us through, memory’s tranquil night.
As we gather by the pier’s enduring light,
A moment to thank those who make everything right.
Our chairperson is our guide to this story,
Your leadership, a beacon, fills us with glory.
To Trustees, our steadfast guardians of the pier,
Your commitment and vision we all hold most dear.
Through tides and through time, you’ve steered us well,
Preserving the legacy, a tale to tell.
Volunteers are the heartbeat of our shore,
Your efforts and passion, we cannot ignore.
With each task and smile, you’ve lent us your grace,
Crafting memories that time itself won’t erase.
Now, let’s welcome the season with joy and with cheer,
To our Christmas party, it’s just about here.
The pier’s embrace, by the shimmering sea,
Let’s celebrate together, with laughter and glee.
To, our chair your wisdom is a compass so true,
Trustees, your resolve, is like the ocean’s blue.
Volunteers, your spirit, a beacon so bright,
Together, you’ve woven a tale of delight.
As fireworks sparkle in the sky above,
Let’s embrace the new year with warmth and delight.
It brings joy and success, like waves on the sand,
A promising future for our beloved land.
Here’s to the memories we’ve crafted and spun,
To the work that’s been done, and the battles we’ve won.
As the clock strikes midnight, and the stars reappear,
Iechyd Da to the pier, and a Happy New Year!