Upon the sandy shores the waves crash without stop,
A gentle breeze blows gentle the palms and seagulls gather in flocks,
No car horns, no sounds of the streets, just the tranquility of freedom,
Cut loose from the grinds of life a forgotten world of chaos without reason,
The moments in life enjoyed when all senses relax,
The Tax man not thought about nor the wrinkles in mondays dress shirts and slacks,
A horizon of light and dark blue kissed by the sun in orange and red,
A close knit straw chair as compfy as relaxing in ones own bed,
This is heaven, this is the place I choose to go when I die,
Everything a soul needs as joy has become my high,
Looking down the beech I capture in the light,
Ever glowing angels playing, my children smiling, what a beautiful site!
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