Cool morning mist hangs
Soft veil upon the shoreline
A blanket of white
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Crib gymnast sleeping
Cup of coffee to relax
Sunlight on my face

Carolina Day 1
Blue skies and no clouds
A warm, bright, and beautiful
Carolina day
Carolina Day 2
Sun filled, light blue sky
Casual white clouds drifting
Lazy hammock day
Carolina Day 3
My shoulder, nap time
Son’s gentle breath in my ear
Secure, safe, and warm
The palms trees blow with the island breeze,
life moves by at an easy pace.
I’m just a castaway on a small tiny island,
far removed from the rat and the race.
I prop myself against a palm tree,
and crack open a frosty cold beer.
I then let the island life take over,
as I’m lead into a world without fear.
Free as the white gull,
flying in the blue above.
Feeling the quite lull,
with an open and simple kind of love.
Within this secret place,
there is tranquility and peace,
providing a perfect gentle line,
from a world of violence,
that will never cease.
Sitting alone on a forgotten beach, watching the waves crest the shore.
His feet they nearly reach, as he sits upon the sandy floor.
He listens to the palms, conversing on the warm salty air.
They seem to whisper on the warm gentle breeze,
as the day wanders on without a care.