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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
by Samantha L. Hagar
Stuck between your fingers,
Glued to your feet and toes,
Itching the bend in your arms,
Scratching inside of your ears and nose.
It can be smaller than a crystal,
Or even tinier than the tip of a pen,
And if you mix it together with some water
You can recreate London, England’s Big Ben.
It can be coarse enough to polish wood,
Or as silky soft as Baker’s flour.
It’s found in glass, paint and concrete,
And it’s also used to tick down the hour.
It runs rampant in the Sahara,
Covers dunes in New Mexico,
And comes in many different colors,
Brown, black, pink, or white as winter snow.
I use it to build castles, mermaids and towers,
Or to bury my brother’s legs just within sea’s reach.
I love to jump and splash at the sparkling, foamy edge,
But mostly I love sand, and I find it at the beach.
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(All photos property of Richard Hagar. Any unauthorized use is prohibited and illegal).