Beach Blues by Libby Hathorn

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We walked this beach once

Among shells and driftwood

Before the road came,

Climbed the secret dampish rocks,

Trailed through laden sea pools,

Steaming afternoons,

In salty shafts of sunlight.

Now sixty six new buildings,

High and mighty buildings,

Cloud the sky

And rob the beach of sun

From midday on,

And sixty six thousand people

Have taken all the shells.

 

Source:  Talks with my Skateboard by Libby Hathorn

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