Somewhere in a sea town,
There’s a shanty by the beach
Where seagulls call out loud,
And you can taste salty air.
The Main Street is old and worn,
But comforting just the same,
Remnants of yesteryear with brick and stone,
Shops of coffee and sandwiches,
Fish and chips like it used to be,
There’s an old fashioned candy shop,
Full of chocolates and jellies and especially taffy,
Made like it used to be
Where I can walk my dog and she can roam
I can hold my wife’s hand tightly while we walk
And I breathe the cool air and I am happy
I typically like poetry that rhymes, but this time I just felt descriptive.