Jess Sinnamon

Leaves whisper sound of our past,
Echoes of loss and grief,
Our song is sung by the wind.
Shimmering light flickers,
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We drive in along the gravel road
And back the truck into our site.
I remember from when I was little,
It is all still the same.
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Blue water shimmers,
Mirrors in morning sun.
Glistening sand upon,
Shells crinkle beneath our feet.
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Silver Jack Frost glistens,
Like snow on a mountain top,
His chilly white icicles shimmer,
As they take over the grass stems,
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At Matarangi we run,
Like wild horses along the beach,
Among the scattered shells,
And dry, rough seaweed.
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