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Just a little further through the pines you said

it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

my head way weary and my legs withheld

from a weekend of excess and decadence

but it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

I picked up some pine-cones from the track side

weathered and brown and brittle in my hands

the mossy scent of the forest carpet on them

and now on my hands and in my memories

but it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

Something stirred within us as we rounded the bend

some magical light filtered in from beyond

the needles of pine and the ferns on the trail

seemed golden and bright and burnished with gold

and it would all be worth it, this brisk short walk

Over a rise and the landscape was transformed

a broad-strip crescent of sand arced before us

radiating the warmth of summer in winter’s chill

emerald green shallows become depts of dusky blue

and it was all worth it, that brisk short walk