DREAMIN’


Dreamin’

Lyin’ in the hammock
listenin’ to Buffet sing,
thinkin’ of friends near and far
and the pleasures that they bring

The songs they have a message;
the words they have a ring.
As I close my eyes and drift away,
my heart begins to sing.

A gentle breeze is blowin’
the palm trees to and fro;
dreamin’ to me comes easy
as the moon begins to glow.

Dreamin’ about the good times
in all the days gone by;
wantin’ to relive a few
’fore time has passed me by.

Think I’ll have another Corona!
Want one?

WriteBoat
From the hammock of ‘Summerchase’
Sullivan’s Island, SC
1987

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