Back Beach Poem by james watkin

Back Beach

Its the hub of Summer
And a secret, hid.
Known only to a few
Its thousands amid!

Quiet, out of the way.
If, yet heard, track-led
Roars, more wildly brash, down there.
Roars, somewhere ahead.

Saturday, November 18, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: beach
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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