2008 - Back To The Sugar Shores

My budget’s bare, should save that dime

My St. Louis guy won’t wait this time

The highway’s fast, my Beetle’s slow

Oh I don’t care, I’m gonna go.

Well here I am, pink sky, poolside

Monarch lovelies dip and glide

Palm trees sway, inhale gulf breeze

High up kites sail where they please.

My toes greet squeaky, snow-white sand

Waves, like old boyfriends, kiss my hand

This pure delight in God’s confirm

Against all odds, why I return.