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Hal G.P. Colebatch

Hal G.P. Colebatch

Mar 01 2016

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                  Window

In these evenings the towering lights

of the battered merchant ships

berthed in the harbour, and the ships

distant with flashing beacons in the roadstead,

anchored and waiting on the night-sea horizon

at the edge of our world

seen briefly from the bus-window

 

remind us they contain men

still living lives we have forgotten, lives

we can hardly imagine,

 

remind us again

that the world still has adventures.

 

                                        Hal G.P. Colebatch

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