Severn Sunset
We walk with the living and the dead
who strode this slow stretch
at low tide to Evensong's toll
in the sunset shimmering light
of a thousand summers,
and sharp-eyed, long-shanked waders
emerge from sighing reeds
to gorge on the bare expanses
of the river's sandy entrails
as dusk softens the Forest shore
where the hills beyond the hills
fade into the mind of yesterday.
(Copyright Gill Garrett 2014)
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