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Winter Seas
Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,A warm embrace between sea and land. High above, a seagull soars high.Wings of purity it spreads to fly.Battling high against darkened cloud,In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.Poem by Edel T. Copeland
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Growling Sea
Down on the shore, on the stormy shore!Beset by a growling sea,Whose mad waves leap on the rocky steepLike wolves up a traveller’s tree;Where the foam flies wide, and an angry blastBlows the curlew off, with a screech;Where the brown sea-wrack, torn up by the roots,Is flung out of fishes’ reach…By William Allingham… Image from…
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Steps To Natural Erosion
These crumbling cliffs defeatured and defaced,These ruinous heights of sea-sapped walls that slideSeaward with all their banks of bleak blown flowersGlad yet of life, ere yet their hope subside … Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Surfeit of Surfers
Take a windy autumnal day, an off-shore wind, some acceptable waves, a stoic bunch of people with surf boards and that’s Tramore Strand.
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The Copper Coast
High seas, a rugged coastline and sunset merge to create a dramatic seascape, viewed from where ore was shipped from the copper mine situated in the Geopark to waiting ships: more details in tomorrow’s post…
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