I close my eyes
and I can hear
gentle waves
lapping 
against the worn-out
sun-baked
stony beach

I can smell
the sweet aroma
of the aged pine needles
that hold so many
memories
me
my family
the woven hammock
that swings idly
beneath the oaks

 I can also feel
the raging storms
rumbling, making the usually
calm water
crash
against the rain-soaked
stones
I wonder,
will our small 
in need of a paint job
cabin
crash along with 
the stones?

But
As always
the sun
will return
love
for this place
will return
as always