Down BLM Memory Lane

Fleeting breeze was cold yet still,

Leaves waved so faintly yet happily,

The moon full yet blanketed with clouds,

Thousand stars twinkled yet so rhythmic,

Night was very silent yet memorable.

A hundred tales the bench would tell,

Many a scene the jetty would’ve seen,

Now when we look back once more,

They are such nostalgic and dramatic.

Let the BLM jetty narrate its own tale,

A chronicle of how we got to know.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR FRIEND!