by Dante de Miura

Created on: April 04, 2009   Last Updated: April 05, 2009

Such difficult times, with rest out of reach,

There's nothing more needed than a day at the beach.

It's waves, it's wonder, "It's a must," you beseech,

You're insisting, cajoling, you're a friend, you're a peach.

The wind in my hair, the sand on my feet,

The salt of the air - it's all there to greet,

I step from the norm to a place such a treat,

It's off with my shirt as I take nature's seat.

I have just left behind all that stuff that was there,

Escape I have made on a whim, on a dare,

I suddenly know this feeling is rare,

No matter what was, it just cannot compare.

It's always been here, I can come when I may,

But caught up I have been in my work and my pay,

Thank you, my friend, my words cannot say,

What I sense since you brought me to the beach on this day.

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