A gull flew over and with a feather, dropped a note on a little boat. It said: “Dear Sailor, the oars are filthy on that little dingy, not even the surf can clean up that dirt. You left your mast up and overstressed the…
Chesapeake bay has a way of growing on ya. Reminds me of a woman. Sometimes calm Sometimes restless Sometimes murky Sometimes relentless
At the bottom of my glass Swamp blues and a one man band. Bunker Brew, Virginia Beach, USA
Beautiful Scarborough Peaceful in the spring Castles and history are found Sweet memories are made May 2018 Scarborough, UK.