The First Time
I was six years old and as green as can be.I went camping with some friends, down by the sea.
I was quickly smitten by everything I saw.
The ocean still has my soul in awe.
The first time I saw a beach, I fell in love.
A sweet taste of paradise, a gift from up above.
It's hard to explain, you just have to see.
This salty piece of land is home sweet home for me.
I'd take vacation every year in the summertime.
Rental rates through the roof, but worth every dime.
When the snow was falling, I would take a drive.
I needed a beach fix, just to stay alive.
The first time I saw a beach, I fell in love.
A sweet taste of paradise, a gift from up above.
It's hard to explain, you just have to see.
This salty piece of land is home sweet home for me.
One day I will retire to an island home.
Unlike six year old me, I will never roam.
When I meet my maker and take life's final stand
Just bury my ashes in the sweet white sand.
The first time I saw a beach, I fell in love.
A sweet taste of paradise, a gift from up above.
It's hard to explain, you just have to see.
This salty piece of land is home sweet home for me.
Poetry by JustBob
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Written on 2015-09-10 at 13:18
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