“The moon’s glow over the shore, washed it in silver,
Over this Hill― the moon rose up high.
The wind in the grasses played, a sweet melody,
With waves muttering secrets no-one can deny…”
Over this Hill― the moon rose up high.
The wind in the grasses played, a sweet melody,
With waves muttering secrets no-one can deny…”
A tropical treasure so rare and sweet,
Its flavour is delightfully tasty.
Grown in gardens where warm winds meet,
This magic treat of the dragon fruit tree.
Its flavour is delightfully tasty.
Grown in gardens where warm winds meet,
This magic treat of the dragon fruit tree.
Beneath the celestial tapestry so bright,
Lies a distant town, aglow with lights so warm.
The beach is veiled in the cloak of night,
In a distant horizon you see tranquil charm.
Lies a distant town, aglow with lights so warm.
The beach is veiled in the cloak of night,
In a distant horizon you see tranquil charm.
Here she rests, the vessel's final berth,
In golden light, as a new sun sets.
Propped high and dry on briny earth,
So sad and helpless are marooned ships.
In golden light, as a new sun sets.
Propped high and dry on briny earth,
So sad and helpless are marooned ships.
‘Til the tide returns to set her free,
To loosen the earth's embrace.
She’ll be able to go back to sea,
Floating free with elegance and grace.
To loosen the earth's embrace.
She’ll be able to go back to sea,
Floating free with elegance and grace.
Silhouettes of trees in twilight stand,
One soul stoops amidst nature's art.
Such beauty in this picturesque land,
Precious moments indeed warm the heart.
One soul stoops amidst nature's art.
Such beauty in this picturesque land,
Precious moments indeed warm the heart.
As twilight paints the sky in morning light,
With each gentle step upon the soft, yielding sand.
Beachcomber Jeff searches, his two dogs in sight,
To find treasure, cast ashore by sea's hand.
With each gentle step upon the soft, yielding sand.
Beachcomber Jeff searches, his two dogs in sight,
To find treasure, cast ashore by sea's hand.
Here’s faithful Emma, obedient and bright,
Tiny pawprints mar the sand's smooth face.
She finds much solace in early morn light,
On this beach― in a hidden place.
Tiny pawprints mar the sand's smooth face.
She finds much solace in early morn light,
On this beach― in a hidden place.
Entwined with vines in nature's embrace,
Time's own etchings have washed ashore.
The driftwood rests with weathered grace,
Along the beach there's so much more.
Time's own etchings have washed ashore.
The driftwood rests with weathered grace,
Along the beach there's so much more.
Tee trees stand tall, guardians of sand,
Driftwood's journey, at rest, at last.
Silhouettes painted by a master's hand,
Tales of the sea, from voyages vast.
Driftwood's journey, at rest, at last.
Silhouettes painted by a master's hand,
Tales of the sea, from voyages vast.
On leash, off leash, dogs frolic with glee,
Where sun and sea surround this island.
Out and about, pets are happy as can be,
Just take note of signs stuck in the sand.
Where sun and sea surround this island.
Out and about, pets are happy as can be,
Just take note of signs stuck in the sand.
This canine conundrum, ‘neath the sun's glow,
With leash in hand, yet still turned away.
Leaves us pondering, which way to go?
Where is this haven for our pups to play?
With leash in hand, yet still turned away.
Leaves us pondering, which way to go?
Where is this haven for our pups to play?
In silken streams, the water flows,
Reflecting light, in motion's art.
A dance of nature, gracefully it goes,
The water's song, a fluid heart.
Reflecting light, in motion's art.
A dance of nature, gracefully it goes,
The water's song, a fluid heart.
When dawn breaks the sky will ignite,
Gentle waves whisper to shores anew.
A canvas of orange, a breathtaking sight,
Pier stands witness as day bids night adieu.
Gentle waves whisper to shores anew.
A canvas of orange, a breathtaking sight,
Pier stands witness as day bids night adieu.
The kayak carries Emma and I against the light,
Sunset is painting the heavens with its grace.
And there amidst the tranquil, beaming twilight,
A silent bond on the river― best of mates.
Sunset is painting the heavens with its grace.
And there amidst the tranquil, beaming twilight,
A silent bond on the river― best of mates.
