The cool sea breeze, the white gull,
scattered clouds, and warm sand under our feet.
I walk this walk with you my son,
And footprints left behind,
As waves will wash away the seconds,
But the echo of my words,
Like this soft summer breeze,
And the scattered clouds,
And the warm sand,
Trickling under our feet.
Promise me when I am gone,
You will keep this walk in your memory.
Until we meet again….one day,
And walk our walk again.
Coronado, SD, Summer.