Les Vacances Poem by Kathryn Warren

The boy glanced out from behind a rock
over the glistening seashore,
at the sandcastle he had built there.

Breathing in deeply, the salty sea air,
he wished for a pony to ride on
and be free.










W. h.

ave grown to be lo
. s, but not of each other;






Rath. er, of the moon and stars, the trees, lakes, rivers and streams, and all the wildlife living therein.