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Journey's End at Fairbourne



The rusty track comes curving

Angling round the bend

To where the lonely station

Waits at journey's end

Black and cream the cafe

With Barmouth here in view

And grasses bending in the wind

Beneath the seagulls mew

Stretching 'cross the estuary

The bridge 'twixt hills and town

As clouds sweep o'er the heavens

And press the grey sky down.

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