Don’t send me to an ocean beach
With barking seals and whales that breach,
Where sand gets caught between your toes
And seaweed rots. Oh, my poor nose!
Place me not on that artic ice
Though penguins find it pretty nice.
I’d complain about being cold
And surely would feel much too old.
You may like the scorching sands
Of desolate, dry desert lands,
But I’d whine about being hot,
And then complain and cry a lot.
I may enjoy an airplane flight
Even through the dark of night
To parachute, is not for me
For I might land amidst prickly tree.
Give me a forest dense with trees
Where shade keeps temps at cool degrees
Paths climb up , then twist around
Ascending to a higher ground.
Squirrels scamper to find a meal
Steller’s jays yell in loud appeal.
Tree leaves rustle in gentle breeze
Magical vistas, without cease.
That’s where I’d spend a summer day.
Read, relax and soft music play.
Close my eyes and take a nap
With blanket warm across my lap.
Summer’s good times are precious spent
To choose most wisely, we are meant.
Then fall arrives with rainy days
And winter hurries without delays.
Take me now to those mountains high
So I may gaze at that blue sky
And dream the dreams of freedom’s quest
While sitting back and getting rest.