Dancing Ledge

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A hand held out, that on its palm

The sun and sea may dance

Their shimmering pas de deux.

They leap – a jewelled filigree

Hangs sparkling on the sky-blue air.

They run – and every pool’s awash

And every crevice filled with sun-drenched joy.

Pink Thrift and white Sea Campion

Pack out the greensward-carpeted

And stoney-seated stalls;

While from the wings and galleries

The Kittiwakes their screaming,

Caves their thundrous, plaudits raise.

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