The Beach
No one could prohibit the sunshine.All the churches were shut.Families headed to the water.Little fear, rest, I said to my child,the waves crash too far out to be interestedin you. Keep on with your story in the sand.You live with mama in a cave.Shells are food this holiday.Bundle feathers to burn so we won’t freeze.Fire is a resource that can’t be saved.
No one could prohibit the sunshine.
All the churches were shut.
Families headed to the water.
Little fear, rest, I said to my child,
the waves crash too far out to be interested
in you. Keep on with your story in the sand.
You live with mama in a cave.
Shells are food this holiday.
Bundle feathers to burn so we won’t freeze.
Fire is a resource that can’t be saved.
