Photo Fiction – April 2, 2017
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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The Bag Lady 