Brookings By The Sea Poem

Dad and Ethel
Live each day
Relaxed and enjoying
Retirement. They
Don’t fight the traffic
Much these days;
Just enjoy their lives,
Watching the waves
At Brookings by the sea.

Their days are filled
With beauty, though.
A garden full
Of plants they grow.
Green thumbs abound,
And treasures glow
At Brookings by the sea.

Their grandkids laugh
At jokes he tells,
He likes to say
That something smells,
Because he knows
It cures all ails,
At Brookings by the sea.

And Grandma’s food
Is excellent,
You’ll wonder where
The cookies went.
And Grandpa’s grub
Is heaven-sent
At Brookings by the sea.

They’ll bring out games
To make you roll.
You’ll laugh so hard,
You’ll know that ‘ole
Grandpa’s cracking
Jokes again
At Brookings by the sea.
They’ll take a walk
Down to the shore
Where waves are crashing
Forever more.
And you’ll leave your keys
Then lock the door
At Brookings by the sea.

But all works out
For good somehow.
You’ll laugh about it
Years from now.
It’s all ‘bout fam’ly
Anyhow,
At Brookings by the sea.

So when to Texas
You might go;
So far from seashore
Kids in tow;
To go back there…
Your heart may know…
Of Brookings by the sea.

And when it’s evening
With kids asleep,
Lift prayers of those
You love, you’ll keep
Dad and Ethel
Top ‘o the heap,
At Brookings by the sea.