Sand Child
Her tiny fingers plowed the sand,
seaside art-
a heart for Mom to see before
nature's etch-a-sketch
swept the slate clean...
Her tiny fist scooped
a fistful of yesterday's stones
sifted for centuries
but now
a skillful architect and
her plastic pail
create a magic castle...
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