Severus Alexander

17 July 2017

Oh patron of the weary quells

Hesitates on sun-bleached sand

Soothed by the heat and waving grass

(If ever his attention fell

To driftwood from a foreign land

If should the sea-bird's stupor pass

Would thou deign unto my hand?)

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  • JaneEVE

    excellent - If ever his attention fell
    To driftwood from a foreign land -
    next time I see drift wood it will certainly mean more- I might explore more about where it came from ( if possible) or just imagine the life journey of the drifter,
    endless possibilities.
    fabulous poem.



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