Cannon Beach Blues

The itch,
87 miles,
Another year,
The immense pull of the ocean,
2 cranky kids,
Driving too fast,
Mushrooms and salal cheering me on through the pass,
Hit the junction,
And jump south,
And hit the gas,
There's sunshine up ahead,
I was born ready to go,
Painfully white sand,
The litter of seagull feathers,
Sea grass like some improbable Medusa's hair,
2 huge rocks,
A laughing boy, and crying baby,
Calm blue seas,
Mussels and razor clams,
Jellyfish and sand dollars,
Balm for my soul,
I never want to leave