I guard the shifting edge where land meets sea, A sandy border born of earth and tide.

Between the hills, I quietly lie, A narrow green place beneath the sky. Not quite a valley, though close to kin, With trees and streams tucked deep within. What am I?

Oregon and Radium were hanging out when suddenly a treasure box fell and split them up. Now they all make beautiful music together.

Land's end, a steep drop. Below waits the sea, or rock bottom.

Look from side to side see a landscape far and wide Stretch across the view see with your eyes From hill and dale to open skies