Friday, May 11, 2012

Winchelsea Beach Comments

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The waves have claws that rake the shingle and worry
the rotting defences. The wind pushes and pulls
with hands of drowned sailors reaching for shore
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Dan Morton
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Simon Collins 12 May 2012

I enjoyed this poem, I could feel the vision, thank you

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