My Favorite Things

Whispering tree's, winding trails
Singing birds, boats with sails
Ocean Breezes, cool and wet
Sandy beaches, fishermens nets.

Tight embraces, your lips on mine
Soft subtle music, hours of time
Being alone, a call on the phone
Searching eyes, you call me your own

A soft whisper, a gentle pat
You and me, thats where its at
I love you's, looking into faces,
Sometimes tears, truth with no traces

Summer time, dewey rain
Seeing you
Loving the same...


I wrote this poem when I was 16 years old. I'm 50 now and my favorite things remain the same.