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