I sat by the Pacific,
I sat by the water so blue.
Somebody said the Pacific is warm,
But like the Atlantic, it was cold too.
There were no seashells that I could see,
Only endless waves pounding the shore.
Seagulls and other birds, flying free,
And seaweed washed up on the sandy floor.
The sky was beautiful, electric blue.
And way off on the getties, an old fisherman sat.
And I by the the seashore, thinking of you,
But I was still happy, I had no regrets.
I walked along the barren beach,
For what to me seemed, like endless miles.
And stretched out my arm, trying to reach,
Your beautiful face, and see one of your smiles.
With all this beauty surrounding me,
My heart is light and feeling glad.
The wonder of the Pacific, this glorious sea,
Brought me to life, like when I was a lad.
6/1/10 29 palms ca.
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I was in california for a long time. The Pacific is just as you described it. Easily a 10