Harbor waters turned to sparkling diamonds,
the open sea polka dotted with fishing boats;
sky sailors floating in the air currents above,
it is a place where one can breathe.
To breathe fresh ocean air
without a care in the world,
we thirsting valley children
are teased into returning
by seagulls and sea breezes
to appease our yearning souls.
It is here
we bask in a little piece of paradise,
drink our Merlot,
and taste the good life.
Carolyn Brunelle