Another wonderful entry into our Writing Competition. This entry is in the form of a song by Mike Anderson.

Promised Land

Come with me my friend

Come, come take my hand

For I will surely guide you

to the promised land

We will travel far

Following the sun

All along the coastline

Looking or the one

Searching for that bay

With the golden sand

Waves pouring down a point

Come n take my hand

After months of searching

And on a perfect day

Bruce said it was a beauty

We had found St Francis Bay

Come with me my friend

Come, come take my hand

For I will surely guide you

To that promised land