Love Poem: Busy Hands In the Sand

Busy Hands In the Sand

A young boy toddles with shovel and pail. His mother watches him fall to the sand. Laughter erupts on the wind like a sail blowing his toyboat to a distant land as water cascades over busy hands. His pint-sized sandcastle towers above the boy's imaginative stories of a king sitting on a fairy tale throne. The shoreline displays his labor of love where the sand and ocean are brightly sewn. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Sandcastles by the Seashore contest (Gail Doyle)