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With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach
We would climb the highest dune,
from there to gaze and come down:
the ocean was performing;
we contributed our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came
straight out of the storm.
What should our gaze mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill,
what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista.
Those waves raced far, and cold.
"How far could you swim, Daddy,
in such a storm?"
"As far as was needed," I said,
and as I talked, I swam.
This Life
William Stafford
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Poem topics: beach, child, ocean, cold, straight, decide, swim, daddy, absolute, storm, gaze, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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