Only the shore and cliffs are clear I watch it crisp into its height
Gigantic slithering shells of slate And flap exhausted on the beach
In waiting awfulness appear The long surf menacing and white
Like journalism full of hate Hissing as far as it can reach
O-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
On the sweet path a bramble leaf The dunlin do not move each bird
Stands motionless and wet with dew Is stationary on the sand
The grass bends down the bracken's brown As if a spirit in it heard
The grey-green gorse alone is new The final end of sea and land
O-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh, o-o-oh Go %
& [Grimmer this October day] Repeat and fade
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Put your problems out with the cat -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Assisted by: Ria Heeringa Shelley Giblin -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Must be lamb today cause beef was last week =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
