Come walk with me, my love, my dear

When twilight dims the sky

Along the soft, deserted sands,

Let it be you and I.

Please take my hand as long ago

When love was young and new

You scooped a sand crab up for me

From waters azure blue.

I hummed a song that came to mind,

“A Closer Walk with Thee,”

And found you knew the very words

With a Dixieland melody.

Please take my hand and walk with me

Along the Baja shore.

Let’s make a memory to keep

And tuck away before

This lovely week in Baja flies

And we must leave this land.

Oh walk with me my love, my dear,

And let me hold your hand.

An original poem by Diana Wallis Taylor