April in the Golden Isles -Costal Georgia

The town awakened by hot sun,

Girls in bikinis & men drinking beer

A total sum of a beach town

Picturesque & alive w/ ocean air

Visitors welcome – some stay

Days mimic childhood, Long walks

On the beach, pier & thru little stores

Youth not faded away – but ripe.

The juices saturate all form

Bursting at the seams w/ life

When night descends upon us

I sit in CrabDaddy’s drinking

For free w/ the locals – Eating

The fresh catch of the day

As drink goes down, stories flow

Pictures are painted and framed

And in my third eye, just around midnite,

When I walk under the burnt moon,

Listening to waves rock,

Laughter of friends around a beach fire,

Wind delivering sweet Golden Isle smells ,

I know I wouldn’t mind stayin’ for a while

But gotta go – gotta drive on –

Forced to bottle time w/ words