Photo Fiction – April 2, 2017

The tower bell chimes 

Reminds us of times

When ships came ashore

In days of yore

To bring new spices

Or new devices

Alas those days

Are in a haze

The sea is silky

The horizon milky

 The once green cliffs

Have become a mist

Of brambles and blackened bushes

No more are there baskets of fishes

No more the clean white stone

Where fishing nets were thrown

And bags of treasures shown

Even all the gulls have flown.

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