The Sight Of a Simple Seashore.

The ripples and the waves,

the splashes as they rave.

The sun shines down in my eyes.

How peaceful the sight of my dreams washing by

as everything rolls to an end.

They swim and they shout

but never will i doubt that they've had more fun than i will.

For I am alone with nothing to own but a sad thought and a cup of gin.

Alone I may be but peaceful until i see the sunset on that tan beach.

The sand in my toes and that smell of salt in my nose to keep my soul at peace.

As I twist and I shout, I smile yet doubt the thoughts of a harboring fear.

My days yet to end with a simple weekend of bliss and a breezy seashore.

A tussle and tow.

The sail by the sea,

flowing with ease.

Ain't got no brain in it's stern.

But with a twist and a cease

on those blue cotton seas

it's bound to get lost to the doe.

She'll bind it and sweep it,

and of course she'll keep it

but who wants a love from her?

She'll come up with a rhyme

and sing it when time to calm the uneasiest nerves.

But the ship wants a tow,

wants to frighten and row.

While every one glances in awe.

It wants bravery and reward

but this ain't a production.

Especially when you've got a loving doe.