Sand Dunes
T Tom Billsborough
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Couch-grass the idea
The magnet to entrance
Dry sand its substance
A white shroud
Whipped by the wind
Many a cloud
It gathers in its waxy arms.
Later on
The long-legged marram
Imposes stability and rhythm.
Creative poem. Sand dune!
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