Down to the Sea

By Thomas Page

We shall go down to the sea
Where the little birds may well be.

We shall go down to the water’s edge
And dare to touch cold sand’s ledge

We shall make a new sand castle
And worry about the bustle.

We shall take a picnic luncheon
Sandwiches and cookies we munch on.

We shall swim in the ocean’s wavesw
And hope the old backstroke saves.

We shall go back home and sleep
Because home is where hope will keep.

We shall, we shall, we shall, we shall
Because we shall is better than we will.