When I am stranded
in the ocean
You are the life boat
come to rescue me
Tag: poet
At the Limit, Poetry by Julian Beach
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We went north and west, remember?
winding from Irish Sea to fretting Atlantic
calling at the favoured places; Tara of Kings
yellow-flagged, wind-ruffled Ramore and Erne
the Calf House at Blacklion, tinted with old moss.
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