The Sandcastle
The moments slip by old hands
like seconds on the beach,
but bring a child to the seashore
and he'll find new things to reach.
Let him pick up a piece of driftwood
or colored shells from other lands.
Allow him to chase that soggy shoe
that's floating near his hand.
It only takes brown seaweed
to excite his child-like dreams
and make his fertile mind
create the most enchanted scenes.
Maybe he'll change the world.
For our sake, let him try.
He can cut new dreams each second
like a piece of apple pie.
He can choose to share his seaweed
or imagine other things as grand.
He can make this world a sandcastle
to be molded by his hand.
Janet Marie Bingham
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