Busy Hands In the Sand
A young boy toddles with shovel and pail.
His mother watches him fall to the sand.
Laughter erupts on the wind like a sail
blowing his toyboat to a distant land
as water cascades over busy hands.
His pint-sized sandcastle towers above
the boy's imaginative stories of
a king sitting on a fairy tale throne.
The shoreline displays his labor of love
where the sand and ocean are brightly sewn.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Sandcastles by the Seashore contest (Gail Doyle)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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