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Dunwich Heath Cliff

Beachen sand, coastal gravel
Heave and spew with every wave
Are fixed above my head
Banks of sand, clots of gravel
Two million-years adrift
Are rolling at my feet
Same old, same old
Dunwich Cliff, Dunwich Beach:
The poetry of sediment remains

Tim
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Always with Us

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Unerring yet erratic The weight of water never waits for readiness Sandstone is proven to be a two-faced liar a pretence of solidity written into the features of its rockface which crumbles under a wave’s supremacy and we wave goodbye to all we knew Lynne Nesbit
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