THE SWALE by John Lary

From The Saxon Shore Way where I stand

I see Redshanks and geese on the strand

I see sheep stoop to graze on the land

Wild is The Swale

Off the shoreline are seals at play

But the weather is cloudy today

And seals like the sky are all grey

Grey is The Swale

I see barges here moored to their place

Who ride the swell tide with such grace

But need lanterns to brighten their face

Dark is The Swale

The evening hour now rules the skies

The birds fill the air with their cries

And this is how every day dies

Here on The Swale

This place has its hand on my shoulder

To leave it makes my spirit colder

For we both are another day older

Me and The Swale

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