303 (10.05.2015)

This is the place I feel the most at home
Just standing on the beach beside the sea.
When I am here I do not wish to roam,
The sea, the beach, the kids and you and me.
The sky is grey, the sea is greyer still,
The summer hasn't really started yet
The wind gives us a tiny, little chill,
But nothing beats the pleasure that we get.
I race against the children on the sand,
I laugh with them and no one misbehaves,
I take my daughters and my sons in hand
And paddle with them in the icy waves.
Oh heaven is a moment on the beach,
With stress and worries drifting out of reach.

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