Such a simple word is sand
It can rhyme with land
To walk upon it feels grand
There are quick sands
Even golden sands
Kid's Digging holes for the sea to fill
Watching close as it gives them a thrill
Many a true love began on the sand
As the lovers walk along hand in hand
The more I search the more I learn
The more I learn the more I yearn
For new sands like the singing ones
I bet playing on them should be fun
Tar sands, white sands, shall I go on.
There is so many this could take for ever
Well not for me as I am not so clever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem