Poetry

St Cyrus

By 1st March 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

Winter storms crash over the lonely dunes,
Debris from continents, like fragments of a lost city
Weave and dip then ride high on the surge.
Footprints press lightly into the soft sand,
And the gulls scream their defiance of Man.

Robert Carson

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