Beach Camping Poem by Brook Renwick

Beach Camping



Sand, pine needles, wind and salt spray.
When you're happy you know you're alive days.
Seagulls and pipees, sunburn and salty skin.
Travelling to beach camps with friends and with kin.
Campfires, hiking and swimming all week.
Tropical island if leasure you seek.

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