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A Town By The Sea: The Ballad Of David Owen.

The monument of a thousand radio plays

and midnight angry violent arguments in which the host would

invariably

find the stirring spoon such a joyous toy in which to thrill his sterile wife

who listened in to make sure he was really at work,

was barely visible

as David Owen, former prison inmate of a town near Prestatyn,

former, yet not reformed, alcoholic like his father,

former fighter, brawler and unreformed gambler, better, debtor

like his mother and a thief of uneasy time, as well as the odd

(502 words, estimated 2:00 mins reading time)

I never feel more at peace than when I can see the view from a small island.

The taste of salt hanging in the air offers a different perspective

to the humdrum, rush, sprint for the finish with life partly intact

that blows with the frenzy and ferocity of the winds in October

‘Eighty Seven

I dip my grateful feet in the sea and feel a different rush take hold

as my heart beats slowly now and

plunges full throttle into a mode that the few would deny the many.

(234 words, estimated 56 secs reading time)