I just remembered a poem I wrote about seven years ago... before we hiked the Appalachian Trail, before we made it to the Redwood Forest together, before we took sailing lessons together... Now here I am living this dream with my adventurous husband on an island in the Adriatic Sea...
He wants to hike the Appalachian Trail.
He would leave these shores today to raise a sail.
He will play his music in a foreign land.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, hold my hand.
He wants to see the stars from mountain tops,
He wouldn’t miss a sunset, or a late night talk.
He promised me the Redwoods and the western coast.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, hold me close.
He wants to have a picnic every afternoon,
He wouldn’t mind another baby sometime soon.
He wants to laugh, love, smile, climb a tree
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, sing with me
He wants to tell the world his good news.
He’ll be outside whenever the sky’s blue
He wants to share life’s great adventure with me.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, living free.
He’s led me to a dozen foreign shores.
He’s plans to bring me to a dozen more.
He’ll help the kids build castles in the sand.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, hold my hand
Sarah J. Brown 2006
He wants to hike the Appalachian Trail.
He would leave these shores today to raise a sail.
He will play his music in a foreign land.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, hold my hand.
He wants to see the stars from mountain tops,
He wouldn’t miss a sunset, or a late night talk.
He promised me the Redwoods and the western coast.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, hold me close.
He wants to have a picnic every afternoon,
He wouldn’t mind another baby sometime soon.
He wants to laugh, love, smile, climb a tree
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, sing with me
He wants to tell the world his good news.
He’ll be outside whenever the sky’s blue
He wants to share life’s great adventure with me.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, living free.
He’s led me to a dozen foreign shores.
He’s plans to bring me to a dozen more.
He’ll help the kids build castles in the sand.
He’ll pitch a tent, light a fire, hold my hand
Sarah J. Brown 2006
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