The empty fields waited for the deer ...

It was high tide when we walked  to Shipstal Point -

Pale blue water filled the creek - 

The beach was a narrow world of sand - 

Gentle waves lapped against the exposed roots of trees - 

A reedy lagoon reflected the sky - 

We felt the warmth of the September sun -  

Yachts were moored offshore - 

Low green islands were mysterious kingdoms - 

The air was very still - 

I thought of my boyhood by a wooded shore - 

A bird sang an ancient song - 

The empty fields waited for the deer - 

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Sunday 18 September 2016

Shipstal Point

Arne 

Dorset