Where’s the heap in one grain of sand <br />And the sound in a clap of a hand <br />Or the beat of one bang of a drum <br />Or the word in a sigh or a hum <br />Did you ever find the face of the sun <br />Or did your patience ever quit and then run <br />Oh I love it when words want to play <br />And then threaten they might run away <br />They're hiding and calling me now <br />So I’ll be back in an hour or someone <br />And I hope we may continue the fun <br />If the words will return and then play <br />Through the night and then all through the day <br />Oh we will have so much fun <br />Watching them play and then dance and then run <br />You just really don’t know what they will say <br />Those words that just want to have fun <br />Like children laughing and playing, in the sun.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-playing/
