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Beaufort Scale 8

Who knows what gales

Around the headland blow

When all seems calm

Skies are clear

Fair weather set to hold

Breathe in that still air

Cherish the warm

Breeze which blows

Gently across your face

Savour each scented

Wild flower

You pass by

After all

Who knows what gales

Around the headland blow

Published as part of Kilkenny Library Poets on Board Scheme