I remembered his gentle essays, how he wore a green coat -
He'd crossed these same fields high above the bluest sea -
The cliffs had been as white -
The sky had held the same stars -
The swallows had left for warm skies then as now -
12.00
Friday 15 September 2017
The Coastguard Cottages
White Nothe
Dorset
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