Estuary – Written Tuesday 4th April 2006 (Aged 36)


looked out of the window
lapping at shingle beach
throwing a ball
to an excited dog
whose name –
appears to be tara
looked across the estuary
the garden of england
with its chimney skyline
from the isle of grain
near, yet so far away
the sun, so low in the sky
casting its beautiful yellow glow
across this crazy town
seven o’clock
sunsets yawns and settles for bed
i run across the beach
passing those on their estuary stroll
this place, it has me in a hold

James Garratt – Tuesday 4th April 2006

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