Keys To Heaven
constant incessant traffic sounds
like ever pounding surf
from the highway of the sea
down to the end then turn around
rest on last west key
they took a line of islands
and changed it to a pier
put housing on the roadside
sold the sunset colors here
a pastel colored paradise
for fishermen and friends
as long as there is drink and ice
the party never ends
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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