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Sandbox of Dreams
She's just a little girl, Her hair long with red curls. Her eyes are the greenest green Upon a face so soft and clean. She's playing in the sandbox, Her feet bare with no socks, Loving the way the sand feels, Between her toes; beneath her heels. She's so happy and carefree As she smiles over at me,m, Waving her little hand That's all covered with sand. And even as she calmly sits, Her mind stays busy and never quits. Often she seems far away, Dreaming in the midst of day. What are these thoughts in her head? What does she dream of in bed? Is it a land of "make-believe"; A web of imagination that she's weaved? A fairy tale princess to behold, Living in a castle made of gold, Wearing the most beautiful gown, And upon her head, a jewel filled crown. Then along comes a shiny white horse, Carrying "Prince Charming", of course, Sweeping her up off her feet Would make any girls' fantasy complete. The wind then starts to blow As it begins to grow cold, Standing up, she shakes the sand free, Her six year old legs then run to me. Left behind, an empty sandbox, Holding her secret dreams and thoughts. Tomorrow will bring another day, Where again, inside her sandbox she will play. (11/15/98)
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