As I get to the top of the hill,
I look down at the beautiful world below.
The blazing sunset tears at the evening sky,
and glistens off the dark saphier waters,
making the water sparkle.
As the sun rays dance.
The sound of the sea is still here,
carried up by the cool breeze,
like angels rising to heaven.
The dirt road,
like a long brown ribon,
winds past the sweet white cottages,
and ends at he grand white cabin,
where we stay.
Our entire family,
all in one place.
The sea wind whips my hair,
whispering the secrets of so many summers.
I gather the last of the firewood,
and gently glide down the mountain,
carried by the calling of gulls.
Soon the sky will be dark,
and full of glowing stars,
soon a fire will be blazing,
in the fire pit next to the grand white cabin,
warming the chilly air of the night.
Soon I will look through the gap in the trees,
surrounding our cabin.
And I will see the stars,
twinkling their hellos.
2007-09-19
09:32:41
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