The Beach

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Beach expection

(down the muddy path we trod
Slipped on stones and
Tripped o're sticks
Expectation in the mix

Past the gushing, rushing weirs
Crossed with care
The giant stiles
Coats zipped up right to ears
Expectation in our smiles

Lifted over monster bogs
Salty sea shore
In our reach
Stride across our final logs
Expectation on the beach

Here we find a driftwood fire
Glowing embers
Warmly greet
Flames soon dancing over higher
Expectation in the heat

Cross the smooth and rounded rocks
Arms aloft shout,
Out with glee
Stones are launched and disappeared
Expectation put to sea

Climb the hill above the shore
Dodging daring
Darting sheep
Reach the broken Shepard's door
Expectation takes a leap

At last return the weary mile
Hand in hand
And side by side
The beach was fun in winters coast
Expectations 🅢🅐🅣🅘🅢🅕🅘🅔🅓)

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