Dawn On The Old Head Poem by Alan Walsh
Dawn On The Old Head
The crack of the corncrake breaks away the night amongst the half light.
The sun sits scheming afar, steadying, readying on a crimson cloud.
Gliding seagulls fawn upon the pale round water scrounging food.
I gaze on the overcast crashing of the relentless sea,
A Guillemot breaks from below screeching and beseeching me.
I look up and turn away then hazily reconsider the awakened day.
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