Poem for Sunday: Pevensey Beach 2013

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Poem for Sunday: Pevensey Beach 2013

Post by devnasser on Sun Sep 15, 2013 1:25 am

2013 2013 2013 <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>James Beattie's</b> poem, 'Pevensey Beach'<em>, won the Year 9 Leonardo 2013 prize.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPXWcsM7HHI/Tqw8Y-jsOjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N4UUAT9jZI8/s640/Bayeux-Landing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPXWcsM7HHI/Tqw8Y-jsOjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N4UUAT9jZI8/s640/Bayeux-Landing.JPG" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As waves broke against the bow of the boat,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I stared into the sea’s mists,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The wooden planks groaned and the oars splashed<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only fuelling my anticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My heart raced as I drew my sword<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Admiring the finely-honed blade.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I knew the mist would soon turn red<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As we approached the shores of Pevensey Beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The beach soon slipped into the surly white curls<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As the dunes of sand slowly revealed themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The tranquil waves lapped against the sides of the boats<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Disturbed only by our oars as we slid onto the sand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And at that moment the sounds of thousands of boots<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Upon sand flooded the air around me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And we left the safety of our boats<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As our eyes scanned the dunes of Pevensey Beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The crash of the waves and of our metal armour plates<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Was the only sound that greeted us then.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No cry of the Saxons to start a blood fuelled rampage<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On this tranquil yet hostile land.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then a tidal wave of our men charged up the dunes <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But were met with no reply<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For there were none of Great Harold’s army<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To defend the conquered Pevensey Beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And slowly the wispy curls disappeared<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Along with the boats and soldiers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No noise apart from the waves bombarded my ears.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nor the colliding of armoured steel plates.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My mind’s imagination switched off the fantasy<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of being a Norman foot soldier invading Britain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I sat on the sand of Pevensey Beach. </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br> 2013 2013 2013 <br><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>James Beattie's</b> poem, 'Pevensey Beach'<em>, won the Year 9 Leonardo 2013 prize.</em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPXWcsM7HHI/Tqw8Y-jsOjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N4UUAT9jZI8/s640/Bayeux-Landing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPXWcsM7HHI/Tqw8Y-jsOjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N4UUAT9jZI8/s640/Bayeux-Landing.JPG" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As waves broke against the bow of the boat,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I stared into the sea’s mists,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The wooden planks groaned and the oars splashed<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only fuelling my anticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My heart raced as I drew my sword<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Admiring the finely-honed blade.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I knew the mist would soon turn red<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As we approached the shores of Pevensey Beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The beach soon slipped into the surly white curls<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As the dunes of sand slowly revealed themselves.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The tranquil waves lapped against the sides of the boats<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Disturbed only by our oars as we slid onto the sand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And at that moment the sounds of thousands of boots<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Upon sand flooded the air around me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And we left the safety of our boats<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As our eyes scanned the dunes of Pevensey Beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The crash of the waves and of our metal armour plates<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Was the only sound that greeted us then.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No cry of the Saxons to start a blood fuelled rampage<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On this tranquil yet hostile land.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then a tidal wave of our men charged up the dunes <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But were met with no reply<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For there were none of Great Harold’s army<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To defend the conquered Pevensey Beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And slowly the wispy curls disappeared<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Along with the boats and soldiers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No noise apart from the waves bombarded my ears.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nor the colliding of armoured steel plates.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My mind’s imagination switched off the fantasy<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of being a Norman foot soldier invading Britain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I sat on the sand of Pevensey Beach. </span><span style="font-family: Palatino;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br>2013 2013 2013 <br> <a href="http://www.matrixar.com/" title="Matrix ">المصفوفة : أجمل الخلفيات والصور</a>

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