Its that time of year An the nor'westers blow An the southerly swells Straighten to an easterly glow An caress the banks Of a perfect left An bring a joy To those who beset South rock juts up With a proud face Respect is honest There's no disgrace Timing has to be So astute No need for arrogance Nor be cute Amidst the sand an shell by way Early memories they do sway
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Have an unbelievable amount of amazing memories of this place .....
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