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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460513" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0031 Autumn's wild, rough days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These wild, rough autumn days<br>as cooling Northern hemisphere<br>shudders towards its equinox<br>with gales and rain and blown-off leaves, <br>all the elements stirred up, and<br>bringing strange emotions; <br>everything is between; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but for children living by the sea, <br>days of joy and awe –<br>the sea, no longer blue<br>but savage brown-red, even emerald green, <br>which all the year<br>has bashed and nibbled at the cliffs<br>like kitchen-boy at pantried half-cut cake, <br>throws all its might as if it hated the whole idea of earth; <br>knowing that in one night, <br>it may do mighty things once in a while<br>that change the maps themselves – blocking estuaries<br>that have served ports for a thousand years, <br>with shingle banks; throwing new beaches<br>across bays, with stones so exquisitely graded<br>from rock to pebble, that it’s said, <br>night fishermen thrown onto such a beach without the moon<br>know exactly where they are by size of stone…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but for the child, a magic time: <br>the air’s a gift for lungs, like breathed champagne; <br>the sea after the gale is calming down; <br>but the beach is new: new toys thrown up, <br>seaweed of many shapes, still wild when wet, <br>along a new high tide line; stuff off ships, carved wood, <br>deck-mats, green globes that buoyed up nets, <br>boxes with some foreign words<br>to remind us that this same neighbour sea<br>has other foreign shores across the world..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and every stone and pebble, which yesterday<br>had muted, dusty-coloured, matt-textured anonymity, <br>now, wet with salty water, are translucent, shining jewels each one, <br>glass, white marble (and how far has that pebble come, <br>hassled and scoured across the ocean’s floor..) , <br>rough granite of so many shades, hard serpentine, <br>purple, green, some striped; slate-blues, brick-reds, all<br>fit for a palace; gathered in an eager hand<br>which sees nothing in the world but gifts and miracles; <br>this lovely, wild, wild-hearted shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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as cooling Northern hemisphere
shudders towards its equinox
with gales and rain and blown-off leaves, 
all the elements stirred up, and
bringing strange emotions; 
everything is between; 

but for children living by t..."></div>
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