A Fine Place to be
Sea Bright's a fragile strip of land,
A tapestry of surf and sand.
Warm summer days, cool ocean breeze,
Moonlit nights and glistening seas.
Sometimes I think, more a state of mind
Than a place to be;
Remembering quiet moments gazing out to sea.
Nestled in a blanket on the warm summer beach,
The cold days of winter seem far out of reach.
Yet it's those warm summer days I'm sure to remember,
When I sit on her seawall late in December.
Through the four seasons, Sea Bright stands tall,
The ocean held back by her mighty rock wall.
The river stands watch on the west edge of town,
And, with the islands, frames a tranquil picture,
As the sun goes down.
There's no doubt in my mind,
It's a fine place to be.
On that fragile strip of land
Between the river and the sea.