my daily poem apirl 9, 2004

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Childhood Poems

Little children cheery

Whitish teeth amid

Chuckling faces

Little hands,little legs

Sunburnt sandblazed faces

On windswept beach

A sandcastle taking shape

Each tap, each chuckle

A new feat done

The rolling sea

Playing rhythm to

The orchestration

Of a dream carved

In the stars and the moon

Sandcastle in a sandwall

A tiny little muddy pool

At the edge

Little boys and girls

Shaping their future on the beach

Their parents playing cheerleaders

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