St.Bees

A howling wind
Keeps cliff tops pinned

The scavenger`s eye defies the spray.

Beneath the rocks
The concrete blocks
Are slowly rinsed away.

Where man confronts the elements

But fails to win the day.



Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2009-01-23 at 16:15

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