the breeze tastes of salt
relics are its rusted pumps
the mariner’s fill
the breeze tastes of salt
relics are its rusted pumps
the mariner’s fill
roadside tables wait
sea’s melody fills the air
forgotten coast calls
stark contrasts combine
lone pine in dune’s sunlit sands
shadows weave the lines
roofless hut finds grace
apalachicola town
palm trees and sunshine
weathered barn stands tall
coca-cola sign, a charm
modern days of past
morning mist hovers
clouds dusted with pastel hues
oh sweet amelia
whispering oak trees
shadows dance ‘neath worn porch boards
southern secrets sleep
paths left behind fade
silent phones and empty chairs
new roads to be paved
a beach ball memoir
hot dogs, potato salad
flip flops in the sand
sun rays streaming through
creating paradise found
peaceful profound bliss
love blooms like roses
petals soft as whispered words
eternal beauty