THE BAY

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Falklands 82

               Mist,

               in from the sea .

               Rain ,

               on the hills and  

               the mountains.

                                          

                            Death ,

                            in the valleys .

                            Echoing screams of  

                            birds .





                                           Wind rushing

                                           through the sound .



                    Ripples,

                     on the waters.

                      Spray,

                       on their wings .

                                            Talons,

                                            touch and strike.



             Flicking  ,

              like a salmon’s  

               tail .

                The specks fly.

                                           While rainbows

                                           arch .

                                          

                     Glistening ,

                   like the shedding

                 of scales .

               Then silence ,

                                           as they turn for

                                           home .

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We were dug in on top of the Sussex Mountains. San Carlos Water was behind us. We could see the planes fly over us, to attack the ships at anchor behind us, in the Bay.

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