Land’s End

We came to the water

from hillsides

following the melt

from sylvan glades

and dusty plains

to the warmth we felt

on the soles of our feet

through sun baked stones

lining the shore

We migrated the banks

or the waters themselves

Ever on and garnish with mud huts

Til the rivers’ end

and the great sea

What desperate need to cross?

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