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The Breath Of Wind And Tide.
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I love the tangled crab nets and ropes, old iron spars, and little cottages perched on the seawall,
painted after I read this delicious old poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay in 1898.

Down at the docks-where the smoke clouds lie,
Wind-rip and red, on an angry sky-
Coal dumps and derricks and piled up bales,
Tar and the gear of forgotten sails,
Yesterdays breath on the things that are……
A lone black cat and a snappy cur,
Smell of high tide and of new cut fir,
Smell of low tide, fish, weed! I swear
I love every blessed smell thats there,
For eons ago when the sea began,
My soul was the soul of a fisherman…….
As the fog horn bellows its deep-mouthed shout,
The little lights on the shore blur out,
And strange dim ships pass wistfully
With a secret tide to a secret sea……..

The Breath of Wind and Tide

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,280
Size: 40w x 60h x 2d cms
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I love the tangled crab nets and ropes, old iron spars, and little cottages perched on the seawall,
painted after I read this delicious old poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay in 1898.

Down at the docks-where the smoke clouds lie,
Wind-rip and red, on an angry sky-
Coal dumps and derricks and piled up bales,
Tar and the gear of forgotten sails,
Yesterdays breath on the things that are……
A lone black cat and a snappy cur,
Smell of high tide and of new cut fir,
Smell of low tide, fish, weed! I swear
I love every blessed smell thats there,
For eons ago when the sea began,
My soul was the soul of a fisherman…….
As the fog horn bellows its deep-mouthed shout,
The little lights on the shore blur out,
And strange dim ships pass wistfully
With a secret tide to a secret sea……..

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