Egypt Point to Osborne Bay

The sea was still nothing was moving

The Solent is the colour of green bottle glass

From Egypt Point to Osborne Bay,

Nothing moved through this stillness

Save the gentle tide and wheeling gull

Cold curling morning sunlight

Brightened the chilling edge of day

Flash to fire danced across the river Medina

A myriad of sleeping yachts

Off the breakwater bobbed and swayed

As they awaited the tide and a racing breeze

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