North Norfolk Coast (Walk No. 5)

 

Along the beach by Holkham pines

The ghosts stand watch on buried signs.

You feel them in the northern gales,

You hear them in the needles’ shake.

 

They choke the midnight bark of deer,

They still the hunting tawny owl,

And out before the rising tide

They pull the moon and drag it down.

 

The coast is endless, planet wide,

The sands are drifting, silence swirled.

But there amongst the broken pines

The Holkham ghosts are waiting still.

 

They hang and harm, they smooth and calm,

They break believers and possess.

 

 

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