Sweet cool waters of lake Michigan
Where your feet feel the ripples in the sand
Each person you pass wears a smile on their face
As your life slows down to the vacation pace
Lover’s stroll by hand in hand
A child builds a castle in the cold wet sand
Cool and creamy ice cream treat
Life on the lake is truly sweet
8/1/11
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You have capture the vacation perfectly, In 1980, We went to the island of Sent Maarten after arriving of Sunday, I felt I had nothing to do there and wanted to return to the USA. On Thursday, I had settled in and by Saturday, I was the one kicking and screaming NOT to go home. Great Job