Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Roker Pier Comments

Rating: 5.0

You lay there, waiting for us
In the tranquil sun-sparkled water
Sleepy and embedded
In your stoney hauteur
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Paul Reed
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Tom Billsborough 13 May 2016

This is a very fine reminiscent poem. As children we all have special places we recall and you have done so with great precision. Mine is a place called Silverdale which is on Morecambe Bay above Lancaster. The last two lines are a perfect ending to a very good poem. After the other night's result, let's have a well deserved ten here. Tom Billsborough

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