At Cley by David North
At Cley I have seen the sky-lines of geese linking sea and land I have heard the redshank call from Serpentine’s sinuous creek I have smelt salt on the north wind And touched a sea-cold pebble on Cley’s shingle shore At Cley I have seen the snowy whiteness of an egret on the marsh I […]
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