Of waves so big as to knock me down,
Of the smell of salt upon waking,
The cool ocean breeze coming in my window,
Battered hot dogs at the stand in the making…
Cotton candy, milkshakes & burgers,
Surfing, swimming, painting seashells,
Watching northeast storms from our porch,
Listening to the local church’s bells…
Beachcombing,
The ocean at the shore foaming,
Just generally all over town roaming,
But when the time came for dinner, to home homing…
Newfie Hugs, Rose
WHEN WE WERE KIDS, WE WERE ACTIVE PARTICIPANTS,
NOT JUST SPECTATORS ...
~Ed~
captured a canvas of
beautiful memories
Lady Vivian
Regis
fee