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.