To the Editor:
Here I am on a totally beautiful day, heading slowly down to Beach Haven. There is no need to walk past the Shack except in pleasant memory. It’s so very wonderful to step up on the first dune and see this, the poetic seascape. Then the poem itself arrives:
A gift of sunshine sets me
To roam where ocean waves
Toss foam out to dazzling dunes.
Little Egg Harbor