A Promise

Standing barefoot, her feet cold on the smooth rock,

Her hair flying in the blustery warm wind

Red skirt a fluttering around her bare knees

Sun warm on her head


Gazing down, the deep dark pool swirling around

She could see the crabs, playing on the bottom

Where was he? They were going to go crabbing

She felt so alone


Hearing a noise was that his voice in the wind

She looked up and there he was in the distance

He lifted her down off the rock, kissing her

He kept his promise


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