In between the high tide and the low

I wish we were in Kent in cliff top sun

Butterflies float gently overhead.

With loving thoughts my mind is overrun

I wish you were at home and in my bed.

I wish we were on Portland Bill today.

The violent sea the rocks the seabirds near.

Yet we loved the peace of Studland Bay.

Silence with small sounds that few can hear.

The music of the sea the tides don’t lie

Sucking shingle runs back to the sea.

In between the low tide and and the high

Children play forever, always free.

In Old Hunstanton we walked on the beach.

Now you are gone far out of my love’s reach

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