On a May dawn a wedge of swans flies across the sunrise. So delicate in the early morning light with their white plumage painted a delicate pale blue.
They pass the towering dockyard cranes . . .
. . . and the Severn Bridge.
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The salt marsh "a place where teal spring without warning, where clouds of dunlin dazzle and where my spirit soars”.
On a May dawn a wedge of swans flies across the sunrise. So delicate in the early morning light with their white plumage painted a delicate pale blue.
They pass the towering dockyard cranes . . .
. . . and the Severn Bridge.
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