Over Cleadon hills, through grandpa's golf course.
Down the cliffs and caravan sites. The used fireworks
by the cliff railings. The colour-faded flowers.
We pull over near the lighthouse - peer downstairs at the sea.
[tag word: BICYCLE - Nick Ward @nickmward]
100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.
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