There once was a girl from the 'Peg
She couldn't handle heat and preferred snow and ice instead
But her heart wanted to be by the shore
Lake or ocean--no matter--just to hear the water roar
Will she one day make it there? she asks
Find peace, lapping waves, maybe do a barefoot dance?
A lightness of heart, toes scrunched in the sand, wind blowing through her hair
She felt young, free, wild, without a care..
Gladly taking a hand, she walked in step with her companion and what was given
knowing now that connection matters most, way above island living
At times though, she still walks in solitude along the shore
remembering a lost love, and wishing she had fought for more...