Wharf of my Dreams…
We can always dream,
Even those where we sometimes scream,
Not this one though, more to me like ice cream,
This wharf has me under its spell, being for me the supreme dream…
Each place I have been, has for me some interest,
West to Missouri, south to Florida, north to New England,
Each direction brings to me thoughts of a better special place,
One that we, Rene’ & I and Ruffie,
Found and enjoy more than most, as it reminds us of our childhood,
A town on an island, with charm & soul and docks made of wood…
We both fell in love with this little island,
We would someday like to call it home, or at least have a home there,
We thought of a business there as well, a small shop selling trinkets so fair,
But for now, I love the thought, the memories from our time down there,
No other place did spark my interest, or does make me as relaxed,
As this little isle in North Carolina, there found is the answer to our prayer…
© ed – 7/24/04
this is one of your best--such beautiful, powerful writing--definately inspired writing. BRAVO!
hope you're staying dry, (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
I think I will agree with you on this one!!
Love Tinka
Wonderful piece!!!
Stay well and ever hopeful!
Sandie May Angel