H.D. Whatley

Rookie (Alexandria, LA)

Tybee Sunday - Poem by H.D. Whatley

Momma kept filling the pail with sand.
She dumped it out to build a castle.
Junior took some reeds and broke them up.
He stuck them into the castle towers
And they looked like flagpoles.
Daddy sat in his chair making sure we were safe.
The radio played a song and I danced with the wind.
Momma laughed at me and shook her shoulders.
She encouraged me to dance without shame.
The sea gulls hovered above us in a circle.
They hoped to eat our leftover potato chips.
Junior put his last reed into one of the castle towers.
He stood tall and bravely saluted it.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day.
Daddy is going to wear his dress uniform.
The one with the shiny buttons and medals.
He is going back to the desert again.
There he can build his own sandcastles.


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Originally published in Birmingham Arts Journal

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 29, 2013


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