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Under The Mackerel Sky On Autumns' eve in the suns' warm glow we ventured forth on gossamer steeds on wings to tame the air and fly under the mackerel sky. And sailing on the airs sweet breath the world unfolded beneath our wings we watched in silent rapture the back and forth of earthly things. We turn and wheel and mount the flow hot earths bequeathed a bubbling stream steering through the slop and spray yet to all aloft remains unseen. As evenings' prelude begins to play our cooling feet seek firmer ground the day complete with a sunsets' blush and seabreezes throaty cry under the mackerel sky. Gary Bennett 16/04/1998 |