view of an entry to London Bridge Ocean Beach at Portsea...
entry to wild worlds
where seas are cymbals and
riotous winds sing
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- early morning run...
- boxes of colour...
- pockets of yellow...
- a vintage in blue...
- feeling rough...
- flighty...
- foreshore sign...
- entry to wild worlds...
- in spring light...
- white spring joy...
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- a lone rock...
- wandering the sands...
- army truck...
- outside the general store...
- emerging spring worlds...
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- the crake hide...
- nesting island...
- nesting season and people...
- yellow verandah...
- sunny for once...
- on the coast...
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- all lined up...
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1 comment:
I really love your poem today. That is a perfect description of the Oregon Coast too!
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