So the second poem yesterday didn’t happen. But here is another one. Been dreaming about oceanfront homes lately. This verse is inspired by those dreams.

On The Call of the Oceanfront

The crashing waves, and rustling trees,

All sing me to my rest.

While insects drone and bullfrogs croak,

This lullaby’s the best.

 

Sing now to me my island home,

Though I’m so far away.

And guided by your song I swear,

I’ll get there one fine day.

 

But now there’s work and life to live,

So much that must be done.

‘Ere I can sit upon your beach,

Beneath the morning sun.

 

I feel the spray upon my skin,

From waves upon your shore.

For in my heart I’m always there,

In dreams forever more.

 

But now there’s work and life to live,

Before I’m there again.

And once I’m there, my dream fulfilled,

Forever I’ll remain.

 

Cheers, Winston