In Rye, New Hampshire, I walked by the sea
Where the steady swells, and the big-bodied gulls
Restored my sense of soul to me
I ran up the beach, past a man and boys
Their dog cut my path, I fell down and laughed
And got sand in my corduroys
It's a long drive back to a Midwestern city
On a huge, quiet lake, whose waves hardly break
And black and white make grey
In Rye, New Hampshire, I walked by the sea
Where the steady swells, and the big-bodied gulls
Restored my sense of soul to me
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