I stand at the mouth of the bay
When fogdogs descend from the sky
My soft summoning bray
Guide sailors blown awry
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- Published: April 24th, 2025 13:34
- Category: Nature
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So well written it could be put on a plaque and mounted on the horn at sea. Lovely
Thanks, SB. For the read and high praise.
Beautiful dear Jerry. 🌹
Thanks, Teddy.
The mariner's guide when impaired in the thick of fog, expressed in a really lovely poem, one that I thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you very much.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Thanks, Tony. For the read and kind comment.
Good words Jerry.
Andy
Thanks< Andy.
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