Young

Memories of the summers I spent in the San Juan islands as a kid...

I turn to you, the sea

The nostalgic smell of gasoline

I turn to you, a song

Reminding me to sing along

I turn to you, the lake

And all my well thought out mistakes

I turn to you, a gaze

A nod to the glory days

I turn to you, a road

A path I never walked alone

I turn to you, a laugh

An echo of all that has passed

 

I turn to you, the sea

And every childhood memory