Shoreham Men

I STEP outside the door at duskWhen evening spirits singI drink in cool, clean sea-fresh airAnd soak the blessings inThen shades of people gone beforeCall from the sighing seaWhisp'ring in the breeze their talesOf love and treachery.

Of truth and pleasure, pain and death

And all that Life can hold

Impermanence of all we know

How hottest fires grow cold

Spirits of old Shoreham men

Speak to me easily

And as they do, then so shall I

To those who follow me.

Tony Gardner,

Shoreham by Sea

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