On a happy day like this,
One must go on travails,
It’s expected of me,
A day like this must be favoured,
Must be taken in,

This spit of land,
We take what we can from it,
Traipsing along these island veins,
Running my fingers along white cliffs,
And across fields of green,

Enjoying it is a razor,
The sweet touch of a land adored,
The candy edge of an island of summer,
You’ll find me supping at the sight,
Clawing at the sun and licking in the swelter.

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Comments
  1. shauna says:

    Love this! Had to come back and reread it this evening! Sunshiny days here lure me outside for respite from chores.

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