Ode to Yaverland

Waves rolling in upon the shore-line,

in the distance a lions roar,

My love sleeping sound beside me,

So wonderful to hear once more,

Lying here relaxed and happy,

breathing in the cool night air,

A million miles from everyday,

mind refreshed, relieved of care.

Not minding if the sun will shine,

or storms brew on the horizon,

This atmospheric island view,

my eyes will always delight in,

The soul reviving powers,

Of these magical ancient sands,

Has never yet to fail me,

This beckoning Yarverland!

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