I grew up here, at the beaches and in the city,
Met surfers and sailors and girls quite pretty,
No matter where or how long I did roam,
This place of beauty has always been home.

The sailor standing on the deck of his carrier,
Watching sailboats in the bay while tending a Harrier,
The beachcomber looking for items of treasure,
The families at Sea World for a day of pleasure.

Golden Hills and North Park, Kensington and Hillcrest,
The Gas Lamp district, The Mission and all the rest,
Places I miss and memories of times past,
Every time I visit, I feel Iím home at last.

Watching the sea gulls and the pipers run the sand,
Standing at the jetty when winter is at hand,
The sunset off the Pacific has nothing to compare,
I am always at peace when I am there.

I grew up here, at the beach and in the city,
Been a surfer and a sailor, married a woman quite pretty,
The Padres and The Chargers are still my teams,
San Diego is my home, the place of my dreams.

By Peter Damon Frost

© 2004 Peter Damon Frost (All rights reserved)


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