The gentle waves stroke at your feet
A soft mound of sand serves as your seat
Seagulls serenade the ocean blue sky
As the rich endless day wafts lazily by
With a tall fruity drink held firm in your hand,
You sit and breathe in this tropical land
A humid gust curls with your hair
As the roasting pit cackles and flares
You lean back your head with a silent cheer
Thankful that you�re not with us, here
Poem: Beach Escape (the Poem I Taped on My AC)
