A Favorite Place

Poem

Now hush - turn your ear
To the siren of the sea.
Can her whisper you hear
As she calls softly to me?
"Come closer," she croons,
"Come closer, my dear
You"re born o'er the ocean,
There's nothing to fear."
"See how the moonlight
Dances on waves,
Forming radiant lines
As effort it saves."
Then she whispers to me
In the still of the night
"Tis good to be happy '
Know all will be right"