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Leigh Gale Poem
On a winters Morn, in a January storm
The sea delivers it's power and might
Not a bucket and spade in sight
Capable of crushing everything in it's path
Respect is due if you want to last
Indiscriminate with our life-I love the sea
Seasons Change, a different place
Children with happiness on their faces
dig and play in that time old way
Children love the beach
The sweetest of swells pounding in
Offshore breezes, surfers with grins
Tankers seeking refuge in the bay
from Galey storms not so far away
Yachts in the distance that barely move
The thronging mass in holiday mood
The constantly changing ocean state
Rise and fall the tide never waits
Sunrise sunset and the passage of time
As arty types feast and dine
The moons translucence illuminates
As intoxicated adults contemplate
in the moonlight feeling rude
consumed with passion in the nude
Ice cream, Ice cream lollipops
When the sun comes out people flock
Often a desolate barren place
The salty sea breeze in your face-I love the sea
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Leigh Gale Poem
That Fright filled sight on the TV screen
Images impossible, harrowing and surreal
That vivid blue sky, the silver the gleaming
People dead, people Jumping,
People running and screaming
Fireballs with colours that didn't seem true
The planes the impact what could anyone do?
To save the people trapped high in the sky
Thousands of souls didn't deserve to die
The day the world changed because of terror
Not for the good and not for the better
The sickening sight of the towers crashing down
Freefalling down smashing the ground
Debris and dust like monsters rising up
Engulfing block by block
Consuming the city refusing to stop
Revealing scenes of a living hell
Just for once Manhattan not looking so swell
You will always remember what you were doing that day
On that very sad blue skied Septembers day
Copyright © Leigh Gale | Year Posted 2013
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