22 August 2025
Tourists flee, leave us be
in our dear town
of sweet reknown
'Deep' a word unknown
transformed by time
to 'Dieppe' has grown
and now Autumn's first gales
approach and leaves are blown
from hot and languid trees
pile high and shuffle under foot
poets and children please
and now prepare for the first blast
which sweeps the streets
reveals the past,
old rhythms of the sea will hear again
idle chatter gone at last
Amen copyright L. Ivison 2025
of foolish talk
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