Oh, to Sit and Dream of Days Gone By
Oh, to spend a day on a winding path
with beautiful vistas and warm, gentle breezes
with billowing leaves and blowing grasses
and a hazy hint of sunshine to warm the air.
Oh, to have a bicycle on which to ride
along that winding path
as I make my way from reality
and into a world that is all my own.
Oh, to sit and recall the day a friend and I
wedged sticks between tree trunks
and wove palmetto leaves and Spanish moss
between the sticks to form the walls of our hideaway.
Oh, to spend a day beside the sea
with the horizon so vast
as to reveal the earth's curvature
as the waters grow darker and deeper.
Oh, to climb over a stone wall and down to the sea
to walk along a beach beside aqua waters
to pick up the odd small bit of coral or seashell
and cause me to yearn to return another day.