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
Palms, old and young, 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.
