The smell of its murky water
The sounds of ships and ferries going by
The way the wind echoes across it
The way it looks against a stormy sky
To be there when the sun is rising
To be there when the sun has set
It can be experienced in a million different ways
And each one
Is better than the next
The smell of it
Finds its way into your bloodstream
The site of it
Finds its way into your soul
&
The sound of it
Plays out like music
That will forever remind you of home
Written by G.,G.Rae
Copyright © 2003
Ginger Gonzales
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