Treasure Island

Damian Cranney

(27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

Blue Anchor Bay at Dusk


We strolled the beach at Blue anchor bay,
enthralled at the scene as we made our way,
The sea and the sand where bathed in gold
from the rays of the sun as the day grew old.

Down the beach dogs and people ambled quite slow,
Silhouetted, against, the reflected suns glow,
A little girl and her mum were digging,
for crabs, or maybe, were sandcastle building.

Upon a far ridge Dunster castle was there,
Like a mirage it hovered as if in mid air.
The scene was just magical and so I took this,
A picture, in order to just reminisce.

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, December 12, 2012

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