Scene On A Bay Poem by Neil Crawford

Scene On A Bay



The cormorant in its plunging moment,
its fish seeking victory, fixed as a tiny
slice of eternal frozen morning.

Older than the crumbling stone which cups
the bay, a rite more real than hunger,
as vital as the pale, receding dawn.

I stand and watch this ominous bird,
this messenger from mowhere, these few
forced lines the only thought it brought me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 22 March 2012

Excellent - a very enjoyable read.

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Valerie Dohren 22 March 2012

Excellent - a very enjoyable read.

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