Gull-spry, he is shaping anew
a liveliness carefree.
At each turn, stifling offguard
His anxious maturity.
Sheering off cliff walls; this way, that
To dart back o'er ebbed plains.
Where Sea, breathing on, for energies
wind-bold, wind-free remains.
Angelsea
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A refined poetic imagination, James watkin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.