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The Killick Holds
The calendar showed January 1899,
there were only a few hours of real daylight
He set out in his poor man's boat, early dawn
Snow and ice did not melt until mid-May
The cold bit his face and hands,
he had to try to obtain some food on the table
All they had was flatbread,
oats and water porridge
A sudden storm forced him to seek shelter
He had to be master of his own destiny
Strong east wind
prevented him from going ashore
The best possibility was to anchor
in a cove sheltered from the wind
Grandfather's killick saved him
from drowning that day
Copyright ©
Anne-Lise Andresen
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