Fleswick Bay
T Tom Billsborough
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Light breeze upon my face,
I feel your gentle touch,
And now the dark clouds part
With the soprano of sunlight,
Bringing delight and the creative
Tide which now returns to polish
Its self-portraying sculptures,
These carved ripples on sandstone
Slabs which line the shore,
Below the red cliffs
Which joyously stride out
To paddle in the sea!
And crimson poppies singing
To my soul, emblazoning the tall
Embankment as I now ride away
Content from Fleswick bay,
To contemplate this space, and the great
Beauty of your oval face.
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