Are you love-in-idleness, Johnny jump-ups or heartsease?
Your family roots reach deep, beyond recorded time,
certainly before the Mayflower parked at Plymouth Rock.
__________________________For all my Florida friends and cousins. On a cold, rainy day in the mountains, I think about your warm sunny weather. I love the beach in winter, want to go there before long. Once upon a time I baked myself in the summer sun on snow white sand, and tanned dark as mahogany. That was before we knew better.
I close my eyes and smell the water, feel the wind, and hear the gulls. Watching the ocean, like gazing into a blazing fire, settles the nerves, sooths the mind, and sends me anywhere I want to go.