lucky

By Katie1975

Fri, 18 May 2012
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The drag of the pebbles
Pulled by the tide,
Worn smooth on the shore;
Nowhere to hide.

The crash of the wave,
The roar of the sea,
The fierce constant rhythm,
The wind; wild and free.

A crisp crimson sunrise
cuts the ebb and the flow,
the pink thrift sways;
I walk on alone.

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Comments

Submitted by jolono on
Really nice Katie, liked this a lot.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Neatly written, and a good clear picture. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Katie Yes,Well written. like it all but stanza. A crisp crimson sunrise cuts the ebb and the flow. the pink thrift sways; I walk on alone. Stands out well. A very warm welcome AbcTales. cavalcaderl julie