Nova Scotian Poem by james watkin

Nova Scotian



Sloping to the bay
Abodes, with their prows
Of balustrades pitching, with
Their crews all a-drowse!

Swept off down, into
Morning's tidal light
Vivid bobbing hats, all that
Marine birds do sight.

Frothing abreast park's
Stultified hand rails
Waves of geranium break
On numerous sails.

Monday, June 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: morning,nature
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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