footprints down the dunes
some marram grass has held this fort
for longer that the footprints dread the thought
that these dunes are encroaching upon your mind
to slowly leave but nothing behind for
although the tomb of time has released these prints
rooted and not running however often time decried
but moving slowly through these autumn tints
the wind has lied as the sea has lied
as the sky is clouded by the returning thought
that every footprint of history must come to nought
black dark the lee below the winded grass
time and tide has finally come to pass
a comment left hanging there in the air
yes i was there i am telling you
that i was there
read the small print
in this the contract of your life
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