Like a silken white sheet on a king sized bed
The swell at three metres broke and those up to stuff
Rode boards sixty metres in the roaring surf
Just over the sand dune all lay still – instead
A father assessed if his rod carrying children
Were to eat fish he had better head to the chippery
So still was the air in the estuary it was watery
We stood on a jetty and snapped the formation
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To remind ourselves winter has these days sanguine
Where all is unchallenged – unlike the links
On the opposite banks where golfers strike
Balls in their wish to defeat Covid 19
Hope is interesting at best me thinks
Ones aim is to defeat the dark ISO feelings like
Inshore Cassandra 