Intimations

Sand, Surf, and Shells

As you stumble into magic Ah, Jonathan, so nearly three, With time dazzling the moments; Lighting the newness in your mind, On this first day in the big woods You're clutching your yellow tugboat As through the leaves you glimpse the sea Where the waves curl in like lost clouds With sun flashing sparks through the spray As it ripples foam on the sand. But O! in between wait these trees Shadowing mystery of sounds With chipmunks like tiny lions Scampering sunspots down the path As it winds round rocks like mountains On its way to the bursting sea, And you squeeze up tight your fingers And hold your boat in both your hands And most careful you tiptoe down To the gold of the singing sea Where the wind will skylark your soul To wonders beyond the gull's cry.

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