Sunday, October 18, 2020

Rushes Blown Comments

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wind rushed, we rushed across grey mutable Atlantic,
we came to the call from warm bathed shore
to cold shouldered cobbled beaches,
for a better life, sugar promises that melted in the rain.
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Paul Brookes
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Robert Neest 18 October 2020

All the sacrifices that were made and all the years of exhausting labour should not be diminished. The tensions that have appeared lately are the consequences of this situation. Very nice poem!

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