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