The white yacht was beached on the roundabout -
Beyond the heaped shingle was the rising sea -
There were vapour trails in the Ballardian sky -
We sang our way through the hilly streets -
Our fervent gang was one of many -
Our voices were given power by the voices of hundreds of thousands -
Upon the yacht's hull were the two words that meant so much -
Act now ! -
Friday 20 September 2019
Fortuneswell
Isle of Portland
Dorset
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