Saturday On Denman Island

Did you mind the music blaring
from my car pipes and poets
strangers on the shore I take
you to the places of interest
the forest ocean to gather shells
to walk amongst tall trees you
lost lonely mental deranged
the moon shell waits for you
the beach is always the best
place to shop to find treasures
then to the free store for
that garment you need to wear
saturday morning market fresh
bread and flowers and food
these people take time to cook
run down to Piercy's farm for
corn that tastes like heaven
the view is stunning angled
spirit leads me where to be
and what to say never confused
I feel your soul looking in
we are fleeting moments in tyme