My Seat By the Sea
It is my most special place on earth
and no one knows that but me
Who knows where this log has been
before it washed in from the sea
Did it rest of the shores of Alaska
or drift down from the Caspian Sea
Has someone else sat on it and wondered,
has it crossed the ocean just for me
I drag my toes through the sun-warmed sand
and watch baby crabs scamper over my feet
I'm daydreaming and yet I'm so curious
how I've come to nature's window seat
I think of my most treasured memories,
and of things that have ever made me cry
I wonder who else has sat on this log
and thought how life is passing them by
The smell of the ocean's salty water
and the blissful calm of the warm sun today
makes me remember a time oh so long ago
when our family often came here to play
I'm so sad but I know just how lucky I am
to have this special and wonderful memory
There's not a better place to come and think
than this weathered old seat by the sea
Copyright © Wendy Beaudoin | Year Posted 2007
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