Haunted Memory

Photograph: Kenneth McMillan

The sun shines down in great array
The waves come rolling in the bay
The sands are warm, the air is too
And I am here alone with you.

We lay our towels out on the shore
And lie and listen as waves roar
The seagulls call, the children play
Oh, this is quite a holiday.

If summer ever has to end
And you are still my closest friend,
May memories that now we store
Come back to haunt us ever more.

©1962 Sharron R. McMillan

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