A walk down the street.

Fragrances so sweet.

White cobblestones line the way.

Here is where I want to stay.


Away from the madding crowd.

A place where I can be proud

To call my new home.

I don’t need a phone.


All I need is a soft bed

To lay down my weary head.

Fishermen’s cries will wake me

To start my day by the sea.



Pink flowers to fill my day.

Petals falling in soft flight.

Ready to come out and play.

A soothing and heady sight.

A shady path to soft dreams.

To hot days and warmer nights.

Pink filling the lakes and streams.

A large toast to spring’s best sights.