Jan 2011
I miss the sound of crickets
and the smell of summer rain.
I miss the warm sun on my tan skin
as I lay on a rocky beach.
As a cold wind chaps my cheeks
I dream of Florida or California.
and the smell of summer rain.
I miss the warm sun on my tan skin
as I lay on a rocky beach.
As a cold wind chaps my cheeks
I dream of Florida or California.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2004
