They watched the sea, waiting for any sign of their men returning...
It is a wild and windy coast, a place where fishing boats left from, and some never returned. It is a place of deep antiquity , layered with the centuries of human and geological history. Amber is tossed upon the beach , a relic of storms passing...
It is a place of war, where the German battlements now lie conquered, in the sands of the sea, as it claims its victims and buries them with no fanfare.
It is a place where in 1000BC, farmers created an agricultural beginning.....
and the women of stone stand
as a memory and a reminder of human loss
and we drove away
to the inland
where swans had gathered to feed,
the singing swans of Denmark in the fading daylight
it is a beautiful place.
The coffee and the bread made from special wheat by a boutique baker
then home
It is a wild and windy coast, a place where fishing boats left from, and some never returned. It is a place of deep antiquity , layered with the centuries of human and geological history. Amber is tossed upon the beach , a relic of storms passing...
It is a place of war, where the German battlements now lie conquered, in the sands of the sea, as it claims its victims and buries them with no fanfare.
It is a place where in 1000BC, farmers created an agricultural beginning.....
and the women of stone stand
as a memory and a reminder of human loss
and we drove away
to the inland
where swans had gathered to feed,
the singing swans of Denmark in the fading daylight
it is a beautiful place.
The coffee and the bread made from special wheat by a boutique baker
then home
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