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High Tide










Tide turn on the sea wall

Water at its height
Crashing 'gainst the foreshore
Raisng plumes of white
Solitary the angler
Beside his hopeful rods
Wrapped up in his hobby
To walker he just nods
Lark in sky a-singing
Heralding the day
Calls of geese a-winging
Out across the bay
Inlet where the curlews
And oyster catchers fed
Flooded now up to its banks
Where shelducks rest instead
Mendips on the skyline
Sand Point out to the west
Time the morning to enjoy
With welcome sunshine blessed.

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