The Tides 1

Wrapped in warm clothes
                                  On a breezy beach.

                                  Sand in my shoes.

                                  A fire flaming just off the porch.
                                  Enough light from the full moon
                                  And Milky Way to see it all
                                  In its sublime beauty.

                                  Crickets chirping the Anthem
                                  Of Independant Spirit
                                  To beat the band.

                                  And the waves,

                                  Waves on waves pounding waves,
                                  Making me rock to and fro
                                  In my grandma's chair,
                                  Wrapped in warm clothes.