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The Olympics
A gentle ocean breeze caresses my cheek;
sensuous sand and bubbling water swirl at my feet.
Beyond the beach, through filtered sun and mist up high;
the ancient ones of the Olympic forest lie.
Prolific moss on snarled trunks and trees;
the new feeding off the old under a symbiotic canopy.
To the east the Mighty Olympic Alpine rise;
snowy edifices, fierce and mammoth in stature and size.
Heaven on earth, peace and tranquility to the soul;
the Olympic Mountain, Forest and Coast: a trinity to extol.
