Sand

by SammiBABY   May 1, 2005


Upon the beach sit a covering,
A covering of tiny grains,
Grains of sand that know each story,
Of all the land and plains.

Each day people walk upon,
And play with all this sand,
They fashion it into castles,
With bucket or their hand.

People walk along the beach,
With friends, talking away,
and the sand listens to their words,
to everything they say.

So this sand becomes noble,
Knows everything there is to know,
But it still remains, as tiny specks,
It doesn’t get a chance to grow.

When you go to the beach,
take some sand home with you,
and treat it like royalty,
Because sand is important too.

***Yes it’s dumb, but I like sand and I think everything deserves respect, there’s a message… kind of ***
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  • 19 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    Cheyanne said it =) I like it, Sammi, beautifully done.

    Love,
    Heather.

  • 19 years ago

    by Cheyanne

    So...sand is somehow a molding of life? Tiny grains of sand could be interpretated into a many people in which all are combined to create something new as such life. Lol, like sand being molded into a castle. A grain so small and unaccounted for, yet all together as a unit can be a greater improtance. Then pople walking over the sand could be the troubles that pass by. But yeah, just thinking a bit. LoL, anyway, I liked this poem since you wrote it just because you like sand. Oh and sand can also symbolize time. But yeah. Good job.
    -take care

  • 19 years ago

    by Lithium

    cool

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