Brancaster Poppies

That sunny May morning

Walking by the coast at Brancaster

The horizon laced with boats

The breeze was bracing

Amongst untamed weeds

And the rustle of reeds

A flash of red silk

In the verdure

Burnt on the retina

Of the day

Brancaster Poppies

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