There are few things that can make a child smile
As much as playing in the sand -
Where one can build moats and castles
With as little as their own bare hands.
It trickles through their fingers -
Such warm and tiny grains;
Between the toes it is cool and squishes
After a welcomed summer's rain.
The sandbox is a wonderful place
To pass the time of day;
Where imagination is limited only
By the child who loves to play.
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