my home as a kid…

such a life, to be born and raised at the beach,

to be able to stay out of dad & moms reach,

simply by going surfing or boating or swimming,

never did they know,

where it was that I did go,

kept them guessing I did, but as a kid, that was my job, so…

I have told so many of my home on the beach,

I thought it only fitting that eventually,

you all get to see it, in the picture above,

that beautiful old home, living on the third floor,

the home to the right in the picture,

we lived and never loved…

I remember watching the storms,

break waves over the boardwalk,

splashing and crashing down on our side yard,

believing we would someday float away was not hard,

but fear of the ocean was never a problem,

as I was a kid and we lived forever, then, didn’t we?

                                                                                                (ed)