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  • Writer's pictureBrandon Hildreth

As a child

As a child

I went to the beach,

and I learned 

what only sand

could teach;

And what tides

do tell,

about the wind

and the salty smell;

And the rush

of the deep blue sea,

and how it lives in

every part 

of me;

As a child 

I climbed the 

mountain's peak,

and whispered 

as the mountains 


And what winds

do moan,

caressing every rock

and stone;

And the rush

of the deep blue sky,

and how it swirls 

within us;

you and I

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