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Scene

There was a place once

I saw

It sat upon the sea

Where sky was blue

The water too

And the building twixt was three.

It was white I think

Or grey

But took the bluish hue

The tide was out

some crowd about

A distant and mingling queue.

Out upon the strands

Bare feet

Bent backs and metal pails

Time opportune

Harvest of noon

The whelks, the cockles, the snails.

Rocks and black-brown sand

It was

That sea-bed now exposed

Man misses naught

A fish is caught

As the sleeping dogs reposed.

Ephemeral scene

It is

Reliant on nature's whim

When water turns

The liquid churns

And the building seems to swim.

 Inspired by TAKE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR   © Yamini Ali MacLean  2013

Yes, it's a boomerang/repost... very little happening just now so this makes life easy. Anyway, this is also the time I need to remind you that next week is, once again, FFF time!!! Golly gee, it sure does flee...