Boyhood Memories
- © 2002 Gunnar Wikstrom
There is some comfort in recollections
Reminders of my youth
Harbors with buoys and fog horns
Along the New England coast
As tides ebb and flow onto endless beaches
Lighthouses cast beams afar
Into the darkened night
Beacons for passing ships
An ocean with soft undulating waves
At a moment's notice altered
With crashing breakers from a "Nor'easter"
Sea gulls searching for a safe haven
Now from the Midwest shall these memories
Remain only in my mind's eye?
I think not. Before many more years
I must find my way back
Once again, I must feel the ocean breeze
See the sea gulls soaring, smell fresh salt air,
Touch bare feet on sandy and rocky shore
'Tis then I will have tasted the New England of my youth
