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The Bay ©

We were dug in on top of the Sussex Mountains. San Carlos Water was behind us. We could see the planes fly over us to attack the ships at anchor behind us in the Bay.

Jim (Jock) Love
Stonehenge, England
2001

Mist,
in from the sea.
Rain,
on the hills and
the mountains.

Death,
in the valleys.
Echoing screams of
birds.

Wind rushing
through the sound.

Ripples,
on the waters.

Spray,
on their wings.
Talons,
touch and strike.

Flicking ,
like a salmon's
tail.
The specks fly.
While rainbows
arch.

Glistening,
like the shedding
of scales.
Then silence,
as they turn for
home.


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