My Poem for Edelweiss's Beach Picture


Each morning in flip flops I go down to the beach,
To sit in my surf chair while peeling a fresh peach.

The ocean breeze blowing my hair all about,
I feel so refreshed I am tempted to shout.

With peach juice up my nose,and gritty sand between my toes,
I head to the water to wash away my worldly woes...