AT THE SEASIDE

by kendrive @ 2007-08-31 - 08:32:05

DAWLISH

Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall,
Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl:
Low tide lifting, on a shingle shore,
Long-sunk islands from the sea once more:
Red cliffs rising where the wet sands run,
Gulls reflecting in the sharp spring sun;
Pink-washed plaster by a sheltered patch,
Ilex shadows upon velvet thatch:
What interiors those names suggest!
Queen of lodgings in the warm south-west….

John Betjeman

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Charlotte Gatling [Visitor]

23/06/08 @ 20:12

Shifting shimmering shingles on a wind-swept shore
Whispering wistful windlore as the wild birds soar
Sometimes secrets of a golden galleon's doom
Can be found, brought in by an evening tide
From the green-cool gloom.

I wrote this in Bermuda, 1968

Wonder how I find your poetry Colin?

Charlotte

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kendrive ^pro
23/06/08 @ 20:35

I like your seaside poem Charlotte.

I shall send you some of mine in the next day or so.

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