Upon The Rocks I Rest

The air is fresh, the breeze so cool,
I sit here to relax a while,
Making wishes for dreams,
As though in the heart of a child.
Maybe simple dreams of my happy,
filled life with my family.
Oh how I long to be home,
Close to the fresh water,
 Close to the quiet of the countryside.
 The peacefulness of nature calling,
As I sit upon the rock and watch,
The waves as they dance to entertain me,
The gentleness of sweet music,
As the waves hit against the shore,
The picture it paints as the mist fills the air.
 For now I rest upon the rocks by the shore,
I  dream of the day when I will,
Again return home to Nova Scotia once more.
 I see me now with my pen in hand,
as thoughts dance through the ink,
 Flowing ever so gentle onto the way,
As I continue to daydream of home,
 Where I will surly return one day.