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Childhood Ocean Days and a Friend Named Jolly
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Memories When loneliness is hard to bear
then I go back to childhood days
when we kids would spread our arms
in salty ocean spray;
and try to catch the pretty shells
tossed about in crested waves.
Playing hide and seek in tall sea oats,
building castles with little moats,
watching the beach for a special friend
who wore a crimson coat.
A monkey we called "Jolly"
who bowed and caught our shells,
pretending they were nickels
and loved them just as well;
the organ grinder always smiled
and rang the silver bell!
Some say you can't go back to days,
that where you are is where you stay;
but I know when life is hard to bear
I lift my face and feel the spray
of salty childhood air.
