These Are There To Poem by james watkin
These Are There To
These are there to
Soften the gaze.
Lamb, hill-emerged;
Rill, through it, napped.
Wiped as a new-born of
The morning haze.
In maternal ward's peace
Of sky enwrapped.
Capped with far hint's
Shorebreak laid bare -
All accessed through
A wooden gate.
Gulls, euphoric summer's
On-rush who dare
Among the hope-woke things
To contemplate.
apollo bay
Friday, June 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: countryside,holiday,summer
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