Beach Camping Poem by Brooke Renwick

Beach Camping

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

Saturday, November 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,camping
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A week at the beach
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 03 November 2018

A refined poetic imagination, Brookus. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Brooke Renwick

Brooke Renwick

Sydney, Australia
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