Path at Stradbroke

Year: 1944

by E.M.England   

Other lovers will have found it now,
Or, over-run with undergrowth and bough,
It may lie list'ning to the surf's mild thunder-
       I often wonder!

The sand slid underfoot – white, glist'ning powder,
As we went on, the surf grew louder,
Until, the shadow of the scrubland past,
        We came at last

Just within the shelter of a boulder,
Panting, but happy; shoulder pressed to shoulder.
In all that stretch of glitt'ring sea and sky
       Just you and I.

Other lovers will have found it now,
Or, over-run with undergrowth and bough,
It may lie list'ning to the surf's wild thunder….
       I often wonder!

                                                    E. M. England

Compare with Doomed, by June Saunders.