If I Had Wings

If I had wings with which to follow the sun

as it crossed the beaches and lit on the lawns

of some timeless hamlet neighboring the sea,

I would surely see with new found eyes

the works of God in all their glory,

a setting rich with history -

a picture-page from a childhood story,

the return of a long forgotten memory.

And if these wings let me follow the sun

to alight on those lawns and share in the fun

of gold and blue summers

and friends old and new,

I would not waste a minute thinking

of life’s horrible tensions swarming in droves -

the deadlines, the highways, the meal on the stove

for the sun would have steered me to our Ocean Grove.

- B. Blackwell Carnes

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