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  • AFON MENAI

    Immemorially, at the ebb tide’s turn,

    they pull for the bank, moor, wade, cast and wait.

    (Terns flock, screeching). They haul the full net

    to the edge of the sand. Kneeling, they pluck out

    the shrimps, prawns, crawfish and return the rest.

    The water slowly rises about them.

     

     

     



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