"I WALKED UPON THE SAND"

Once I walked upon the sand,
my brother and I hand in hand.
Made fires and camped you know,
where no longer any one can go.
Ate fish that washed upon the sand,
from shrimp boats we could see,
when we would stand.
Dug holes so deep,
so children we could see.
So we could protect them you know,
from the depths from down below.
Woken up late at night,
to be told we had no right,
to dig holes that might,
hurt others within their right.
So we laughed and laughed you know,
as we refilled the holes so no one would know.
The fun we had on the sand,
my brother and I hand in hand.

Once I walked upon the sand,
my lover and I hand in hand.
Snot nosed sister walked behind,
knowing that our relationship ,
was something fine.
My lover and I talked upon those sands,
knowing that we would always be,
hand in hand.
We loved each other,
as lovers should,
and hoped one day
we could have children,
maybe not so soon.
The children they did come,
and for a long time,
I was not able to walk upon the sands,
with my lover hand in hand.

Once I walked upon the sand,
my Parrin and I hand in hand.
Drank beer so slow,
knewing that he would know.
How we felt upon his death,
as we realated on his life,
and what he ment to us this night.
How I remember his hands,
showing me the things,
I didn't understand.
He was one heck of a man,
my grandfather,
whom I called Grandpaw.
He showed me how to use bread,
to catch fish instead,
of using other things that I had read.
He showed me how to trap,
nutria and other things,
still in their beds.
As strang as this my seem,
he was the world to me.
And although I never walked,
upon the sands,
with him hand in hand,
I will always know,
he loved me so.

So I hope for all of you,
to one day walk,
with some one you love,
hand in hand,
upon the sand.

By Peter Collins