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