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Saxon Shore Way 1

The maps are checked; the rooms booked for the night;

The route is clear; the weather whould be bright;

Emails arrive confirming all is well,

And we are ready - as far as we can tell.

And yet, I need to quieten the tide

Of thoughts that could so easily collide

With all I hope these walking hours might be-

A chance to concentrate and maybe see

Beyond the working problems and the net

Of memories, which I could shed, and yet

Which cling as if my life might not exist

Without their presence lurking in the mist.

          Will the Saxon Shore's elusive mystery

          Be enough to turn this tide for me?

Brian Hick summer 2011

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