When I go down by the sandy shore
I can think of nothing I want more
Then to live by the booming blue sea
As the seagulls flutter round about me
I can run about,when the tide is out
With the wind and the sand and the sea all about
And the sea gulls are swirling and diving for fish
O, to live by the sea is my only wish.
-Jacqueline Lee Bouvier, 1939
I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make one feel this way.
I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there’s only me.
I love wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago.
I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.
The tangy taste of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wonderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman’s horn.
Naustagia—-that’s the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember
-Jacqueline Lee Bouvier, 1940