The Shores Of Bray

Off the coast 

Of a beautiful island

Where the people call Bray,

The sun does shine

But not for long

Just before the rain.

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Through the tranuil woodlands

The rough but gentle breeze,

Sweeps your hair accross your face

Makes you never want to leave.

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Wafts the scent of fish and chips

Through the crisp air,

Nipping at your nose

Then a ferry and it's blare.

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The stiff and cold ground

Blends into the rugged sea,

As the waves crash

As loud as they can be.

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The thoughts

They bring back,

Beloved memories

Of a chilhood outing,

My mum, my dad and me.

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A walk down the sand,

Toe-deep in sand,

Watching the water roll in.

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In comes the tide

Away from the night, 

To rest out here in peace.

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Alas, my walk 

Comes to a halt,

Along The Shores Of Bray.