by Gregory Gower

Created on: June 16, 2009

EASTBOURNE ON SUSSEX DAY

Brushes the wind on spinnaker sails billowing in their foamy race and wake the ripples of blue and green paths bathing their weaving trace.

The stones and pebbles wet and dry as each tidal horse waves their daily sweep, and the mid-day sun peeps through shadowy shaped clouds that weep.

Projections of Pier and Bandstand and music that fills the Sussex air, the wonder of those on beach and hill in wonderment can only stand and stare.

The distant glaze of heat that rises from the earth, a mirage reflects a crooked shore, so facing west towards Beachy Head, where coloured fields and trees that sway in summer's treasure store.

Looking down on Eastbourne the horizon scanned the artist brushes of layered houses of hues from yellow, white and red to a sea of blue, the trap is set on winding roads to pillared grandeur and royal connection true.

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