Wednesday, May 3, 2017

MY DAY BY THE SEA



A walk down the street.
Fragrances so sweet.
White cobblestones line the way.
Here is where I want to stay.

Away from the madding crowd.
A place where I can be proud
To call my new home.
I don’t need a phone.

All I need is a soft bed
To lay down my weary head.
Fishermen’s cries will wake me
To start my day by the sea.