Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Sand

Sand.
Alone, the single grain appears small and worthless.
Together, it stretches for many miles into the distance.

Sand.
Take away from it, and you can dig a bottomless hole.
Pile it on top of itself, and you can build a mighty fortress.

Sand.
It can stand the pressure of an icy sea.
It lines the ground of a scorching hot desert.

Sand.
Dry, it can sift through your fingers.
Wet, it will hitch a ride on your toes.

Sand.
It feels soft and firm when you walk upon it.
It tastes hard and unappetizing when it gets in your sandwich.
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Original date poem was written: 2/26/06
Slightly edited.

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