Across the Sea
Across the Sea
The midday sun warms my soul
A gentle breeze stirs tendrils of salt air
Minnows gingerly nip at my toes
High above the lone gull cries
You laughing at me again, silly bird?
Pay no never mind, nothing can dampen this spirit….
If this old barn could speak…
Just imagine if this old barn could speak. It could tell us all it knows.