Small waves broke upon the pale shore -
Leafless oaks netted the wind -
Tidal creeks held the ebbing tide -
Low lying islands were dark with shadow -
We smelled the coconut scent of the gorse flowers -
We heard the mysterious words of the birds -
14.00
Saturday 7 April 2018
Shipstal
Arne
Dorset
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