Crumbling Chalk Poem by sylvia spencer

Crumbling Chalk

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Beneath the cliffs of crumbling chalk was once a path
where you could walk. The walk would take you down to
the sand where fishing boats would come to land.
Now this crumbling chalk falls into the sea, where once
crabs and lobsters were caught for tea.
No scavenging left in this lonely bay even the gulls
have flown away; they have left the waves and the spray
are they to return another day.
Nets and pots have been swallowed up by the waves and
now their left to sleep in watery graves. A fishing village that was
once a boom has now become an empty tomb.
An oil slick just driffted into the shore and took away the beauty
that it had known before. Crumbling chalk that drops like tears
on the sand that's black made from the oil smears.
There is nothing left to self contain, oh will they no come
back again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 18 November 2006

What once was and can never be brought back again. This poem leaves me with a feeling of pervasive sadness. Very nostalgic, Sylvia. Love, sandra

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