Lake Michigan
This chilly water I am sitting in.
Could it be Lake Michigan?
Slimy minnows in spurts.
Sharp stones that poke and hurt.
The sand is a bit harsh.
But exfoliates if you’re in a rush!
The breeze is a bit chilly.
The seagulls are a bit silly.
I get tangled in the seaweed.
And splashed by boats that speed.
But when we get tired, we always find the perfect tree.
A picnic lunch, with the best food you’ll see.
Until the wind tears our blanket away.
And that’s the end of our beach day!
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