Friday's Fanciful Frolickings

At the end of Singing Sands Road,

is a good place to fish, we've been told.







Wind
in her hair,




she feels the salt water and sand,

and he scoops crabs

by hand.

Bull kelp, mosses and weeds,

skipping stones,

and a sand dollar, all found by the sea.

This sand is ours,

and theirs.....

how splendid to just, be.