Sounds as if on the beach I did graze,

Through school there I went, lousy grades,

The hospital where I was born,

Down it has been torn…

Few trees to climb,

We made up our own rhyme,

War games and shoot em’ ups,

From childhood through puberty,

Finally did I reach my prime…

Dad did think I would never grow up,

Mom did shelter me since I was a young pup,

Never knew of the outside world,

Never knew of fear, a burden quite clear…

Wrapped in Sea Isle’s cocoon,

Surfed & swam each and every summer afternoon,

Played amongst the high dune,

I recall my days at fifteen in a commune…

© ed ~ 11/27/05