Sand Dunes Poem by Tom Billsborough

Sand Dunes



Couch-grass the idea
The magnet to entrance
Dry sand its substance
A white shroud
Whipped by the wind
Many a cloud
It gathers in its waxy arms.
Later on
The long-legged marram
Imposes stability and rhythm.
Creative poem. Sand dune!

Monday, July 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beach
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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

Preston Lancashire England
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