Rhonda

Rhonda began by sifting sand

While staying on the beach

Collecting shells in each hand

But the water she couldn’t reach

She sifted sand for hours

Collecting her precious shells

Through sunshine and showers

She collected them to sell

One sunny day in May

She was sifting on the beach

I think it was Mothers' Day

She was going to give a speech

She packed her sieve and all her shells

And left the beach that day

Now she sells hair spray and gels

That she got for Mothers Day

©7/19/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry

Graphic by Dashek