PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES © Mike Pilling 2019 HE CAME FROM THE CREST OF THE COLD NORTHWEST KNOWING THE SOUND OF THE SEA BUT SOMETHING DREW HIM TO THE COLOUR OF BLUE AND THE SHADE OF A COCONUT TREE AS HE SAT ON THE SAND WITH A DRINK IN HIS HAND HERE IS WHAT HE SAID TO ME… JUST GIVE ME PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES WHITE SAND AND A TROPICAL BREEZE PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES AND I MIGHT STAY A WHILE THERE’S MUCH YOU COULD SAY ABOUT MIST ON THE BAY RAIN ON A COOL AFTERNOON BUT SOMETIMES, YOU SEE…SUMMER NEEDS TO COME TO ME AND I CAN’T ALWAYS WAIT UNTIL JUNE AS HE MOVED FROM THE SUN TO THE SHADE WITH HIS RUM HE LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER AND SMILED JUST GIVE ME PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES BREAKING SURF AND A WARM SEA BREEZE PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES AND I MIGHT STAY A WHILE THE CONVERSATION WE HAD WAS MORE HAPPY THAN SAD AND HE KNEW WHAT HE SAID WAS TRUE JUST GIVE ME PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES NOWHERE NEAR ANY PLACE THAT CAN FREEZE PALM TREES AND EIGHTY DEGREES AND THIS JUST MIGHT BE HOME