Clue #7
It’s an uphill race to a pastoral space
But go and you’ll nosh on sour grapes.
So, what’s the cost to find what’s lost?
Just volley up a prayer while you traipse.
Swimmers gayfully float while others boat
In the presence of island parad-ice.
Vanquish the frenzy, be the brunt of envy
Merriment is our final asking price.