like the saw that will fell them the pines cut silhouettes against the moon flood sky we walk the strand to sea the waves are high breaking stones breaking shells breaking shoreward prone gulls gawking we walk the strand to loving home and wife and child I turn you walk the strand
06/09/2006
Posted on 06/09/2006Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
such an interesting piece.. well written, peter!