JOURNEY NORTH
Skyline waving like a banner
tugging folds and wrinkles straight,
vaulting bridges, shadowed valleys
plunge into the tunnel’s maw and then –
A bight out of the land, a crescent shore
of splintered shoals and rocks
gnawed by the breakers, rank on rank –
a hunch-backed cottage clenched against the cold
and in a scratched out garden by the beach,
raising their faces to the silent sky
a blaze of sunflowers.
Ian Stuart
It's sandwich time.
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