In that poem I'm trying to describe what I saw from the promenade that runs along the Southport coast...are you with me now?

I think that should have been made clear from the start, maybe even in the title, but the opening line unseats the entire thing even to one with the most casual acquaintance with the landscape in question. Far - the Lakelands behind Blackpool Tower implies that it's the Lakelands that are far, as indeed they are when seen from Blackpool Tower on a clear day. So right from the start we're up Blackpool Tower, looking out, up and down the coast which you go on to describe for the next six lines. It's the seventh, and last, line that threw me of course, about the busy bees on the Southport rides, but not enough to put myself through it again. Once was enough: as it was written, so it was read!