Brighton Walk.A Poem by Benjamin J BoothWalking on the South Downs.The South Downs rise and fall like a giants breath, endless green underfoot, endless blue overhead. Looking down to the town, as gulls see the world, detached from this ideal, people are working instead. The rain arrives, a wakeup call, the realization that others share this peaceful serene is a shock. Not just others though, but dogs as well, rushing past like greyhounds released from their box. The view disappears like a blanket thrown over a cage, an ideal invaded by boots and colourful raincoats. The town is hidden amidst a sea of two legs and four, a storm of waves, engulfed by the sails of boats.
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2 Reviews Added on February 11, 2015 Last Updated on February 11, 2015 AuthorBenjamin J BoothColchester, United KingdomAboutI am 35 and a literature graduate, I am a fan of all types of poetry but especially enjoy the romanticists such as Byron and Shelly. more..Writing
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