Solitary Ramble

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The following poem was written by the story submitter (anonymous)

crunching stones
granite, quartz, gneiss
underfoot and all

startle a snipe
rustle a grouse
babbling brook.

rumble, roll
and grumble.

waves hitting
stone and shingle.
tide's coming in.

a calling seagull
slowly circling
for some food.

now and then
a sheep responds.

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