I once had a book mark that was very precious to me br but as I sat on the quay it blew into the sea. br I watched it fly with the tide, then disappear over the br great divide. I often wonderd why it left my book and br when it did all the pages shook. It may have been the br wind that came up from the sea which distracted me br from writing my poetry. I put the book mark into the page br and it was then it flew off in one fierce rage. That beautiful br book mark that I had since a child just up and went like br something wild.They say that the quay has a mistic tale br and sometimes it can blow a ghostly gale. One that will br last for only a short while but destroy everything within a mile. br My book mark did not catch the full strength of the gale br because I would have gone with it and could not have told br the tale.