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Beneath the waves, where much sand sweeps,
Six months on, lost sand should return.
Nature’s revival, in layers it creeps,
The sand returns― all level again.
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It’s not the cosy spot you think it is,
Without some company beside you at night.
But I must watch out for those big feet of his,
Dreaming of soccer― he’ll kick left and right.
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We'll need two cleats to tie it all down,
One for starboard, the other for port.
I guess mis-information is making you frown,
Leaving you well deep in thought…
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Trees were falling all over town,
Thank goodness no-one was hurt.
Telegraph lines snapped, all power’s down,
My ice-cream’s a sad puddle― what's that all about?
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My neighbour popped their head over the fence,
"The sky is falling," they said.
So much wind and water hardly makes sense,
I think tonight, I’ll be hiding in bed.
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There's a shifting noise outside the house,
You'll hear a scrape, then and a rat-tat-tat.
A knocking rocking that comes and goes,
Autumn winds at night can do that.
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Yesterday I had plans in my mind,
Similar as to what I’d thought today.
I wanted our kayak to sail in the wind,
And blow us to the end of the bay.
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Red wine and salmon, what a salad delight,
While the rain just constantly pelts down.
I'm warned a twister's coming tomorrow night,
With a contented tum' and a puzzling frown.
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Wasn't this daring? Yes indeed,
It's a masterpiece bolted to a beam.
A dash of madness and a motor for speed,
Lets head for the islands in the stream.
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Guess what I've cooked up― a curious delight,
Not something you’d nibble, but still worth a bite.
A dash of wild thinking and sprinkles of a dream,
It’s bubbling in colours― blue, red or green!
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By adding outriggers― turning is wide,
Hasps and lines, a stainless steel cleat.
Much more stable for the kayak to glide,
Being clinker built they’re no small feat.
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An eerie breeze could blow us over,
Circling clouds are playing peek-a-boo.
Little baby bear can't help but wonder,
What does Mother Nature want to do?
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This little guy caught a fly,
I think I heard him sing.
Hungry fellah chewed some thigh,
Next a drumstick, then a wing.
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Emma caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye,
Dolphins were dipping and darting away.
Inquisitive Emma was left wondering why,
She patiently watched in wait for a re-play.
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I planned for some glamping, a break well-earned,
'Til forecasts issued a storm warning alarm.
My holiday of wonder, so sadly overturned,
Cyclone Alfred and a weekend of harm!
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