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Romney Marsh

A heron skims the dyke

Flapping toward the unseen sea

Crunching stubble awakes

The grounded larks

A coin marked with Vespasian's head

Found in a field the Saxon's drained

Sheep munch softly

Without a looker

Or care for the gourmet

Who waits

Patiently

For sea-salted chops

Elder and black-berry

Thicken the lanes

Hindering our way

With purpled sweetness

Brian Hick October 2012

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