Upon a beach <br />must after sought <br />feet our toes <br />the fingers they <br />know <br /> <br />That which all <br />wish to walk <br />small grains of <br />sand <br />do so talk <br /> <br />A pearl saith I <br />can so become <br />if the wise oyster <br />takes me in <br /> <br />The sun shinning <br />down <br />backs hot <br />into the sea <br />all run for comfort <br /> <br />Salty skin <br />fresh ocean <br />smell <br />towel drapped <br />around <br />does make <br />all feel well <br /> <br />While foot print <br />in the sand <br />left I <br />when turning back <br />thundering of a wave <br />did I so hear <br /> <br />I glance back <br />ocean reclaimed <br />that which <br />was hers<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-grain-of-sand-4/
