Frank Ian Bowen

Rookie (23 May 1952 / Portsmouth, England)

Distant Hills - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen

I look up from my writing and see such a sight
bathed in warm sunshine, this African light.
The hills in the distance are blue, purple, grey,
their summits draw graph lines ‘gainst light of day.
The ocean kisses the feet of those hills,
but ‘tis done under cover of sea fog that spills
along the beaches, the coast and the rocks.
Don’t you wish you could save this in a box which has locks?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011


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