by
Frank J. Medina
ALONEIt’s queer how seasons affect us sometimes,BOARDER’S SOLILOQUYTo board or not to board? That is the question,ECHOES FROM THE SEADrifting along in my gallant craft,ESCAPED FROM THE LAWThey started out all bright and gay,GOING, GOING, GONEWhere are you going, my dear young man?HER GENTLEMAN FRIENDHe’s tall, handsome; eyes of blue;I’S OO BOYI hug..