Sands By Alfred Loveland Poem by Alfred Loveland

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