Not biographical, but a mixture of summertime memories from the past. Half moon bay is a place in British Columbia, and also California.
Echoes in the night at Half Moon Bay In the stillness of the night, I can still see fireflies dancing in the shadow of firelight, seems like they're dancing in time with the rolling of the waves, here in Half Moon Bay I can still hear Grey Owls hooting, and the loons crooning their tune a nocturnal duet of night rangers, calling out in the wild summer night here in Half Moon Bay It was 1974, we were young, and wanted everything and more we were eye witnesses ,to summers splendor and participants in pleasures sweet surrender Spending our summer days, swimming in Half Moon Bay dancing in the sand with friends wishing days and nights like this, would never ever end Listening to CCR, and Blood Sweat and Tears I still remember those happy days, and the echoes in the night at Half Moon Bay... after all these years. John Derek Hamilton March 28,2016
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
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