Nimrod coasts across the bay

heavy as a swan.

I sit on the ruined harbour wall

reporting back.

Lifeboat Day - St Agnes.

I drew a picture - a cartoon -

me on a rock

a huge plane flying by

sent it to you.

Clearing your home

I come across them all -

cards, drawings, letters.

The doings of the hens, the cats.

Now, even Nimrod has flown away...