When the grey seas beat down on this low wall

Remember us who built it high and died

We knew the fish of the sea, we knew the soaring falcon,

We tasted bread and wine and love and loss.


This isn’t any one particular wall, but I’ve encountered many places that would fit.


I think this is a record – the shortest poem I’ve posted here and coming just after the second longest.


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  1. It is a short poem Simon but holds so many images. The last line kept me in thought after finishing the read. Have a lovely Easter!


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