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May 2016
walking into this field of green
the wind brushes the hair
as the sun tans the skin
when the grass touches your leg
it's  like a mother's soft touch
you can hear the waves it the rocks
see the clouds move across the sky
her the birds chirp as they fly on by
the smell is so beautiful
it makes your body goes limb
your listen to what sounds like music
but is the ocean taking it's breath
the sun beams down
as your skin begins to tan
this have been the best time you have ever had
you continue on you way
hoping this place remains the same
so peaceful so magical
can't wait to visit here again
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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