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'we invite a poem with the sea as its theme.'

The Flood Tide

First Verse  ( fourth draft )

There were crabs like spiders scrawling in the

mud and planing gulls cheered as a

flood tide seeped deeper bringing sticks,

sometime delayed by scrap piping or brick.

It drank the angle bathed the shell

licked the crinkle and drowned the smell

cooled the air and silvered space

like the redshank and peewit landing place.