This poem was written by my twelve year old daughter (he sighs with tears welling up in his eyes….):
To: Daddy
My Private Beach
When I walk on my private beach…
I feel the breeze in my hair
And smell the salty air
On my private beach.
I can feel the cool sand between my toes
As I walk underneath the shade of the swaying palm trees
On my private beach.
The ocean is as blue as the deep blue sky
I can hear the waves crash on the silent beach
I hear a seagull cry
On my private beach.
At nighttime I see the millions of twinkling stars in the
Milky Way
The crashing waves put me to sleep
On my private beach.