Vantage point -by Robert Gardner

Still strong and young,
Like a madman I clung
To a seemingly perfect summer dream,
Then I paddled out to the highest surf
To ride the darker stream –
Now tidal hands that knew no pain
Lifted me over the level plane
Of gentle sand and the houses of Man –
A creature perched on a single board
Smaller than a baby’s finger seen
By an Angel’s best eye,
A thousand miles high.

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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