Of Lookouts, Finest Are These Poem by james watkin

Of Lookouts, Finest Are These



Of lookouts, finest are these
Hoping's secure.
Undimmed across gulfs of Time
To reassure.

Gleaming toned, for what shows up
A lighthouse brick
From this headland, parallel
Daubed in shades thick.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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