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Mystery of the West (Poem
find out who she is, try to contact family, fiancé and friends and unravel the mystery.” After a fitful night, my thoughts full of beautiful blue eyes, dark curls, blue flowers and lapping waves, I finally fell into a light slumber abut 5.00 a.m. Soon I awakened to prepare for my visit to the station that morning. I was taken and asked to state exactly what I had seen. This I did as clearly as possible, giving all the facts I could recall. The questions were – who was she? Where was she from? Did anyone see her? Who gave her the ring? Was the death an accident or by design? It was now over 24 hours since she had died so police were looking out for reports of missing persons. No one seemed to have seen her in the vicinity and yet there was this niggling thought; what was she doing there on her own when the tide was full? Did she jump, or did someone push her into the water?
Janice Dobbie
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Mystery of the West
She lies on the beach, still as a stone, Her jet-black tendril over her shoulders. Who is this beauty? Where is she from? Why washed ashore on this Western coast?
A Claddagh ring tells us she’s spoken for We hear she’s been dead for four hours. Was it an accident, or by intent Perhaps she herself meant it to be.
A family somewhere is seeking her Searching her whereabouts just now. Did no one see her, fishermen, friends? This mystery woman tugs at our hearts.
Where is the one who gave her the ring? Is it him whom she’s running from? No one knows, no one sees, no one tells, As she lies on the beach, still as stone.
