This is the sunny place my spirits rest
Sat on a wooden bench watching the sea
The shimmer from the bright pacific west
The only place on earth I long to be.
The walkers and the cyclists passing by
Upon the wide and welcoming sea wall
The seagulls and crows desperately try
To out call the other in pine trees tall.
I watch the tankers in the distance drift
Waiting for their place at Vancouver’s dock
Whilst children on the beach collect and sift
The sand and look for crabs under a rock.
This is the peaceful spot where time stands still
A haven for a soul with time to kill