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Post by johan on Nov 20, 2011 7:22:40 GMT -5
 The early autumn fog swirls in from the sea Touching the land with a damp moist hand Ghostly in the gray shadows the lighthouse Gleaming white with his red striped band From inside his throat, his grumpy tenor voice Coughs out for all to hear, 'keep away shipmates Until you find it clear' then silence just seagulls scream The fishing boats show the rocks their portside beam Dark rocks dripping wet, gleaming seaweed Just the sound of the tidal race that sweep their face Out off the point orange crab bouys float Red spider crabs await their fate Pulpit Rock stands, water running down her sides Balanced deep within the gushing waters Stood since this isle was born Will stand until encroaching waters hide. |
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 20, 2011 9:46:34 GMT -5
outstanding write from your glorious pen dear Andrew, thanks so much for this lovely write and read this Sunday morning!
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 21, 2011 9:01:09 GMT -5
thanks again for the post...excellent job...ENJJOY your award!
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Post by purplespirit on Nov 21, 2011 13:21:04 GMT -5
It can't be topped Andrew and I stand in awe watching the elements and trust in the steady stand of Portland Bill. Wonderful expression, simply a famous author's work, thank you. Ursula xx
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Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 21, 2011 13:32:56 GMT -5
 Yet another fine poem of the sea and the land upon which it leaves its mark. Well deserving of a POTD my friend! May Your Winds Be Fair, Mike
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Post by rustybroadspear on Nov 21, 2011 15:03:25 GMT -5
Great poem - Portland Bill, Chisel Beach - I know I've said before - but spent so many childhood holidays there - makes me feel quite home (holiday) sick.
I remember a castle or stately home on Portland and it was a big disappointment when a holiday company turned it into a hotel / holiday site.
Chisel beach had a very raw quality about it that clutched my 'inner child soul' and has stayed with me ever since.
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Post by heart2heart on Nov 21, 2011 23:48:25 GMT -5
I know that fog well as I seem to know all the wonderful places you write about dear Andrew. This poem is a gem and shows how dear those places you write about are to you and now us as well. Certainly one of your best  A |
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Post by ciara on Nov 22, 2011 1:13:53 GMT -5
CONGRATS, excellent job!
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Post by johan on Nov 22, 2011 10:31:08 GMT -5
Thanks for the award Lisa, and thank you dear friends for all your comments.
Johan
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Yet another fine poem of the sea and the land upon which it leaves its mark. Well deserving of a POTD my friend!
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