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Sepia faces of fishermen
Gaze out from old photographs;
Left high and dry and time-locked,
In the tiny one-room museum,
On the quayside of this estuary village.
Each soul swept away by the years,
Yet still their images remain,
Demanding admiration and respect,
A challenge to our ephemeral,
Gaudy present day.
And you and I
Without an adequate response
Leave the past behind and wander out into the sunshine,
Down a long grassy path cut through a landscape of tall reeds,
Attracted as always by the glamour of the sea.
The reeds are singing,
Waving and undulating,
Bearing witness to the wind
Soft and low, sof