Swaying
I’m
on vacation by the beach
Enjoying
a sweet life of ease
A
treasured book within my reach
I
lie here hearing sea gulls call
As
they fly over gentle seas
I’d
like to stay here till the fall
I
watch the children at their play
I’ll
join them shortly if I please
Right
now, I’ll lie here in the shade
That’s
just a dream I’m dreaming now
In
Colorado, where I freeze
I
try to picture sand, not snow
As
palm trees sway with ocean breeze
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