My Shelter by the Sea

Stuart Watkins

I’ve seen the winters pass my front door

I have known them well, for I live alone

in my shelter by the sea

Time has ceased to press down on me

as in my other life

and the blending of memories is nice

But the times come more frequently now

times of wistful thoughts of the past

does every man have regrets

I don’t know just how we parted

or the idea of Alaska started

but the part and start coincided

Now I wonder just where you might be

as I gaze across the Bering Sea

and pause to think if you think of me

I’ve seen the winters pass my front door

I have known them well, for I live alone

in my shelter by the sea