On the seawall walking,
As the seagulls squawk.
I'm tossing rocks in the water,
But the birds think its fish that I feed!
On the sand I see a crab,
Digging deeper with its pinchers...
Moving tiny bits of pebbles,
As the sunset falls with a breeze.
Cape Cod invites these scenes,
In New England in the Summer.
It's not odd but quite easy...
To spot two strolling lovers!
On the seawall walking,
As the seagulls squawk.
I'm tossing rocks in the water,
But the birds think its fish that I feed!
On the sand I see a crab,
Digging deeper with its pinchers...
Moving tiny bits of pebbles,
As the sunset falls with a breeze.
Cape Cod invites these scenes,
In New England in the Summer.
It's not odd but quite easy...
To spot two strolling lovers!
In New England in the Summer.
Loving up like nothing other.
This kind of weather to discover!
Release, relax and just recover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, New England, just one of it's marvelous attributes......Bravo....marci. :)