The Pacific Ocean

An outing near SF Bay to a baseball game might ease my pain, But a trip to the sandy beaches of the PACIFIC OCEAN is not the same. You could see it in our eyes beneath the sunny western skies. Those happy kids and I always had a notion and with dedicated devotion, Our swift and happy feet took us to play in the park and go to the OCEAN. To be drawn like magic, There is no substitute. Some experiences have no logic, Like dropping to land by parachute. So many years ago; seems like yesterday. Like I, in childhood, playing in the hay. Children flying kites in a city park, Making memories falling on the sand, Followed by sites of rushing OCEAN waves. How does one say goodbye to the OCEAN, to the sea? Her waters cover most of the planet, wanting us to see. What could be better than a day with PamPam and CJay? Or fog horn sounds in early mornings as darkness fades? Or 'put me to sleep OCEAN sounds' so peaceful and soothing? An outing near the SF Bay to the baseball game might ease my pain, But a trip to the sandy beach of the PACIFIC OCEAN is not the same.