Of all the beaches that I saw
One calls again to me.
The little one at Munster
Stands out in my memory.
At the top of a private entrance
That meandered to the sea.
The wild life roam with freedom
Nature beckoned me come and see.
She showed the best is always last
In everything we decide
The beauty I saw was like Heaven
The peace too much to describe.
There was a stone of remembrance
On the pathway as I walked round
A little boy of eight had died there
So tragic, an accident no doubt.
I tip-toed on the silent sand
So gentle on my feet.
The memory of that meeting
I'll treasure forever and keep.
If I could choose my Heaven
At Munster it would be.
The little private beach I saw
keeps calling my Soul to the sea.
In all the time I stayed there
Only five people with me did share
A part of my life to acknowledge
We live with Eternal care.
No comments:
Post a Comment