Camp Helen

When he was there, the others were asleep.
The beach was empty, but for gulls and waves;
The morning tide receded in the deep
As music written on the ocean's staves

With all the somethings that had been amiss,
Beside these pillars, once a mighty pier,
He knew, some way, they'd get through all of this -
Like standing promises
Of yesteryear

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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