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The Ferry Arrives

The ferry arrives in the deep green water valley
where we wait rocking on the wharf,
brooding bush behind us
and the bird calls intermittent now
and less urgent.

The engines churn into overload, reversing
and the slave ship rattle
of the deck hand's throw and slide
seems almost mythic.

The quiet commuters,
patient as fishermen
and the young girls in their shorts
laugh into the white wash
and share secrets

as we go on slat backed seats, salt wet
out into the wider harbour,
its depth and menace balanced nicely
by the blue, light holding, sky.

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I have read this several times and it seems incomplete somehow where the stanzas didn't come up to what I was expecting.
The last Stanza was the best but is this up to your usual standard???
It seemed to fall short of the theme as it played out..
Whoops but this is just my thoughts,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You're iright, your comment cemented my misgivings, there's not enough to this considering the subject, I'll take a ferry ride tomorrow and see what I can glean.
thanks for your help

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