Saltwater Taffy

We go each fall
To be by the sea,
My wife and me.

We don’t wish much,
Just to soak up sun,
Keep watch on birds,
Glean shells, toss shells back,
Feed chips to gulls,
Ride boats, eat fish.

But one thing we must do
Is buy a box
Of Saltwater taffy.


“Chock full of sea breeze
And sunshine” it claims,
So I trust it is fit
To haul back home.

But no one’s up
To eat the stuff,
Not for sale, not for free;
So a box will sit closed
For months, or years,
Which no doubt keeps fresh
All that sun and sea breeze
When we need them most.


        ©2003 John I. Blair