The Coast Is Calling

I can hear it calling,
I can feel the salt water rising in my veins,
I can smell the marshes,
Just a few days to go
and I shall be there
the coast.

I want to see big skies
and boats waiting for the tide
and the view from the heath

and to walk in the dunes
and eat brown bread crab sandwiches
with a lemonade shandy

and eat fish caught fresh that morning

relax
and read a little

in a hideaway cottage

and if the weather is good
maybe do a little sea-gazing

the coast is calling
and I can't wait …

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