As poetry collections go, my book Stone Witness has sold well and continues to do so. Who knows, some discerning friend may buy it for you at Christmas, if you don't already have a well-thumbed copy on your bookshelf. I'm currently working towards my next collection. Its working title is The Granite Ship and central to it will be the poem featured below. THE GRANITE SHIP Waves crash around the granite ship, unceasingly, unceasingly, and though the sturdy structure holds the vessel is increasingly at peril from the hungry whip of breakers while the ocean scolds as we, poor mariners, steadfast, stand resolute beneath the mast. Our shipmates, hardy island men, crew of the granite ship, respect the awesome hunger of the sea, its rage, were it to go unchecked, might rise and inundate again the living land, our sanctuary. Our ship sails on, we pray that day may never come, wish it away. One day, not in our lifetime, no, ...
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