Idaho’s Poet

The shore circles

This shore you walk not alone,
For it circles this island which is us.
And though we have not yet met,
The hand, the smile, the heart
Are all yours to keep.
Soon, so very soon
We shall spy each other on that shore
And our footsteps in the sand
Will be together,
Forever more.

Mike

(24, September 2003; MDJ)

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