Lulworth Skipper

He clapped his wings from out the dust~

to reach the cove, the emerald cove~

Crossed the cliffside firing range~

to reach the cove, blue bellied cove~

Sucked the summer’s, brimming colours~

while all was fine, all was fine.~

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: