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Rainbow Over Clevedon Pill


Steadily the tide comes in

To meet the shore again

Crossing ‘neath a shining arch

Where sunshine paints the rain

The mud that lines the hidden creek

Is soon to disappear

As water fills the channels

And anchored boats swing clear

Across Black Rock the curlews sound

Their haunting clarion cry

As egrets pace and herons watch

And gulls take to the sky.



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