Never ever in all my years
Has the human me built more
than a meticulously lumpy mound
of fussed over wet sand
sinking into
moat
But each attempt
is a day at the beach
Salt air and breeze
Freeing the spirit me
The playful me
The winsome me
Searching for shells
& believing in the treasures
at hand
poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 3
The Fairy Garden Poems # 3