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Poem No 75

POEM TITLE 5am Blackness On Sea


POEM In a field by Blackness castle ten black bullocks sleep

Across the grey dawn water the three mighty bridges sweep


Down the hill by the lobster pot all is quiet and still

The only sound a wood pigeon to break the mornings chill


There are no dogs yet to walk, no cars to try and park

Nothing but tranquility so shortly after dark


Soon the world will stir again and people start to wake

A human canine promenade up to the castle gate


But from a St Ninians window there’s nothing yet to see

Except the new dawns beauty that surrounds Blackness On Sea

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