Around the peninsula of Michigan
where you might journey
the surf meets sand
and you will always find an attorney
with a finger-pointing and a beggar’s hand;
“It’s ours not yours
so keep on movin’,”
is the territorial cry
and you won’t even
get a wave goodbye.
Across the border in Canada
along the beautiful shores
you will hear, “The sand and surf
aren’t ours or yours
so make yourself at home,
and enjoy every inch of beach
wherever you do roam
and think of every place within your reach
as your home away from home.
bobdahl 
I’ve shared this via my stuff … this is so true, painfully true … as America sells its soul to the rich … always the rich, who are never satisfied … a disease to own everything they lay their hands on … and to own in a perverted way … never to share, but only to protect from sight … and touch … no one allowed here … go away … it’s mine!