The pull of the Earth

I can hear sea sounds in the shell,
charging earthly dynamos,
waves rebellious elements,
push against the coast line,
stones slither and dodge,
they clatter, they crush, they break,
small boats head back to shore,
bringing back fish again,
eager for the next catch,
wind pushes the fall,
amid rain clouds,
sailor men trawl,
together in early morning’s wake,
into sweeping vast waters,
with friendship and union,
another power station breaking time,
in the distance between man, machine and earth.

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