Still in swaddling clothes and already a very successful collector of history and memories. Congratulations on a year of the CCA website.
(Viewed from Hadleigh)
When mists shroud blue the Kentish shore,
When sapphire cloaks the leas,
Low Canvey, like a pool of lights
Floats on ethereal seas
While past it travel ship-shape stars
Both west and east, but slow –
A seamless canvas, pricked and pierced
Where tiny lanterns glow.
And all the mud and merchant lands
Deem vanished from my sight.
The twilight of a perfect day
Fades to a star-crossed night…