One white house
Your memories to unfold
Fisherman’s tales
Told and retold
A lonesome room
On a windswept shore
Children listen
Parents plead for more, for more
Your crevices and cracks
Your driftwood smoking stack
Rhythms and rhymes
Times for laughter into the night
Eyes burning as splinter’s smack
Living alone
Inside your solitary stone
Now painted white
A virgins flight, souls to fright
Was your life
So simple as we surmise
Grilling fish
Sunset, sunrise, no surprise
A simple cloth
Not Cardin or Davidoff
Did you smile
Along the whole five mile
Walking the shoreline
Before the armies came
Was it ever the same
Was it, ever the same
Your stories to unfold
Your history is told and sold
You lie there stark and cold
Within your mind
Are there finer robes of gold
