Sunday Dawlish (26/6/2011)

Crow

Cry

Crumble

Sigh loud enough to lead

Something or

Someone

Astray

So

Waite no more

The sea shor

The sea

Like a seesaw

Goes up

Goes down

Hits the rocks

Slows you

Lowers it's self

Into the misty scenes

Of my mind

Crow

Cry

Crumble

Create

Then seal it

In a muddy

Dawlish

Cradle.