
Low Tide, Solway Firth
The sand
is as furrowed
as old skin,
and the stakes
are the scars
of other times.
The wind is full
of memories,
carries the taste
of the sea,
tugs at the heart,
as always.
Here is a place
to pause,
to gather in,
to find a calm,
to listen
as a far tide murmurs
another story.
Derek Ross
I LOVE this poem, so evocative!
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Thanks Liz, been a while since I wrote something, been of on motor home adventures!
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You’re welcome, Derek. Motor home adventures sound like fun!
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Lovely and evocative.
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