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Swanage Seaside ywon in Autumn
Contributed by
sapper
on
Thursday, 21st December 2006 @ 11:33:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Swanage
The Seaside Town in Auyumn.
The seaside town in Autumn, the saddest place on Earth.
Dirty deserted boats rocking, in their end of seasons berth,
Shiny rain swept streets, with muddy leaf choked gutters.
Here and there an old coffee carton, adding to the clutter.
The shop awnings noisy flapping, in the West wind gale.
White plastic bags that tumble, along the beachside trail.
The seas are iron grey and angry, sweeping up the sand,
Summers gone, now the gales, will drive across the land.
Children’s voices quiet now, around the ice cream stalls,
No kiddies play on golden sand, no anxious parents call.
The painful teenage heartaches of summer, tearfully gone away.
See the dry Autumn leaves drifting, was all this just yesterday?
Now Autumn’s here, and from the East, comes an icy blast,
Let us all be thankful! the Grockles have all gone home at last.
Brian Guy. Autumn in Swanage.
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sapper
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2006-12-21 11:33:08] (Date/Time posted on
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