(Please enjoy what I think is one of my favorites! Written while living at the ocean, and, can you believe, written at 3:00 a.m. on toilet tissue - which, of course, I have kept!)

LITTLE TYKE


Get your trike little tyke
And come with me.
We'll trek to the beach
Where our souls can be free.

I know just the spot
Where your trike won't sink,
Where the sand is firm
And our souls can think.

I'll carry your trike
On my shoulders strong.
Get your pail and your shovel
And come along.

We'll sip our sodas
And soak in the sun.
Build castles of sand
And have our fun.

We'll take our dog,
He can nip at the waves.
We'll feel the freedom
Our three souls crave.

And at day's end
We'll trek back home.
We've played on the beach
And let our souls roam.

Our memories may fade
Of the little red trike,
Of the pail and the shovel,
The castles and like.

But our souls won't forget
Our days in the sun,
Where our souls were free,
When we cherished our fun.

Pamela Perreault  
©1995

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