Within: At Lyme Regis.

Within


Within the Woman lies
a little playful girl,
who delights in paddling.
She rushes into the sea,
 uncaring and unrobing,
as she goes.

Within the Man lies
a little excitable boy.
He runs into the surf,
with board and rides
the surf; at one with the
motion. 

But this little Boy was not
adventurous. 
Whilst others plunged into
 the briny; he merely dipped
his toes.
Leaping up the rocks was
not his forte. 
Instead crawling up with effort,
he found purchase and read books
 abandoning his mind to the narrative. 

He ignored the cadence of the waves
and gazed at puddles, where 
 in the drops of water, he saw
 a link to the oceans deep and
observed eternity within.

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Ck 14,09/'19.
Last week D. d and I went to Lyme Regis for a few day's holiday.
Here are some photographs I took.


A glimpse of the Jurassic coastline.



An attractive floral display, by the side of Lyme's River Walk
Near the site of a Leper hospital in the past.



A fishing boat anchored in the Bay, with Cobb Harbour in background.



A full moon rising over the Bay.


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" Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:-
We murder to dissect."
William Wordsworth, ' The tables Turned.'

So be at peace with yourselves; calm down 
and eat a pasty.

WiFi for now,
Ck.

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