Sunday 11 August 2019

The Moke II, by crewman Beau

I quickly joined my traveling folk, and piled within the purple Moke,

Which thrilled me, filled me, with fantastic terrors never felt before,

We drove to the sea, and saw it beating, the water pounding and repeating,

'Tis the power of Mother Nature, writing her message upon the shore,

Some cryptic missive upon the shore,

~ This it is and nothing more.

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