For a place with no bench

No bench stands here, and none in sight;
I hope it stays like that always.
The sea shines blue, the cliffs gleam white,
no bench is here, not one in sight,
no-one can sit and, marveling, gaze
from this spot I love with its gorse flower blaze.
No bench stands here and none in sight;
I hope it stays like that always.


Camilla Lambert

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