St. Augustine

I miss St. Augustine,

The bright blue waters and rolling streams.

Where I looked up at night,

And saw the Earth's delights.

Oh the things I would do,

If only I could see the blue,

For one more day,

In one more June.

When can I return to the beautiful bay?

When can I once again lie in dunes?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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