on your street




I have walked the boardwalks
Where sandy feet went astray
I have climbed the mountain hills
Where lambs laid lingering in hay

But nowhere else but on your street
Are my steps an everlasting adventure
Where crisp cookies and soaring breakfast talk
Is flowering out of you blossomed B&B.

Nowhere but in your bosom
Could I cherish a sermon of honey and milk.


copyright © 2006 Swedishpoet.com