The Sea is in my every pore.
Salt air fills me evermore.
It's medication for my soul.
White sand slowly sifted by my hand.
Soaking up the essence of this land.
It's medication for my soul.
Salty breezes bathing my body whole.
Puffy dunes muting the sound of waves roll.
It's medication for my soul.
Walking the shoreline returns wave heartbeat to my ears.
Soothing cadence of the these waves so clear.
It's medication for my soul.
Being here is medication for Jim's soul.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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