In Retrospect Poem by bobby beddoe

In Retrospect



Padre Island, oh, how I do miss
Your waves rolling in from Gulf’s abyss,
When I’d skip school
To you I’d tool,
And your spray greeted me with a kiss.

But, skipping school and going cruisin’,
Fifty-odd years pass notwithstandin’;
I still linger as your Thrall,
And still hear your fading call.
Just in case PI, you was a-wonderin’!

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