Yes, I know,
It was inevitable.
Even though,
We love each other,
We know,
We really, must soon go.
So, we’ll part our ways,
And lives our lives alone.
You feel at ease on a mountain top,
But I prefer a sandy beach.
You like the mountain air,
I prefer a salty breeze.
And so it is, that you must go,
Where tall trees grow and rivers flow.
And I in turn, will go my way,
Where seagulls soar over a sunlit bay.
Perhaps, someday, we’ll meet again,
And talk of happy times.
Where salty breezes sway tall trees…
And the mountains meet the sea.
-Written by Dee Daffodil (H.W, July 6,1982)
From the mountains of Montana to the Pacific Ocean of the Hawaiian Islands…
Somewhere in between the two is what I call home. Welcome to my blog.
Where the Mountains Meet the Sea 