"Maine"

Slipping as I walk down the weathered steps,

acorns roll like marbles.

The healing fog around me wrapped,

each breath revives that which falters.

Acorns roll like marbles

and they fly out from beneath my feet.

Each breath revives that which falters

and a gentle breeze swirls around me.

And they fly out from beneath my feet

The world laughs with me just the same

and a gentle breeze swirls around me.

The trees shake off last night’s rain.

The world laughs with me just the same.

Waves crash upon the opposite shore

while the trees shake off last night’s rain.

I peruse each artsy store.

Waves crash upon the opposite shore

and wildflowers race to intertwine.

I peruse each artsy store,

waving as I caper by.

Wildflowers race to intertwine,

each blossom smiling up at me,

waving as I caper by,

wandering past the old pine tree.

Each blossom smiling up at me

as I breath in the salty air of Maine.

Wandering past the old pine tree

where the mountains meet the sea.