Out for a midday walk
A mother and child talk
Along highway 66 they skip
When the child has a horrific trip
Cars are crashing left and right
Shocked, I witnessed this disturbing sight
All knew his sprint would be too far
The child will be killed by a motor car
All except the man with sand
His outstretched hand
And a selfless plan
Now the mother screams
Save my daughter from that machine
On bended knee, with a mighty heave
His goal achieved
The child retrieved
Covered with a shroud
Laying near the gathering crowd
A man with sand
And selfless plan
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