Birch Bay Poem

I roll down the window,
And the salty smell of seaweed wafts into the car.
I look at the dog, a white ball of fur, whom seems to be smiling.
I also smile, feeling more at home here, than I sometimes do at home.
This amazing place, so close to nature
Has such a strong connection with me, it feels like my birthplace.
I remember my great grandma bought our lot
At Birch Bay, so when I’m down here, I think of her.