Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Beginning Comments

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We breasted the rise and plotted our course
Along stony paths amongst yellow gorse
The sea so vast and glinting its eye
Shimmering backcloth to the herring gull's cry
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Paul Reed
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Dr Antony Theodore 19 December 2020

Sparrowhawk hovering in chesnut and grey Falling like a stone on unsuspecting prey Skylark overhead on an invisible perch Lest his landing the ground besmirch. wonderful perception and detailed description. i could vividly imagine what you wrote.. thank you dear poet. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 15 December 2016

Plotted! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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