by Shirley Hughes
I like sand.
The run-between-your-fingers kind,
The build-into-castles kind.
Mountains of sand meeting the sky;
Flat sand, going on forever.
I do like sand.
from Out and About: A First Book of Poems by Shirley Hughes, 2015, Candlewick
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