Over the ridge
Plunging down into the sands
Legs stretched in joyous bound,
Racing under a blue canvas
That seems to stretch forever
To the rushing waves sound;
Over the ridge
Through a secret gap
Where the sea buckthorn stops,
Into a paradise of crashing sea
Shells, sticks and pebbles
From grassy fields and treetops;
Over the ridge
Feet sinking, sand scattering
Through the piled dunes defence,
To our world of freedom
To our hidden share of joy
To the Gullane Bents
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