A boy walks the beach
With his head held high.
Sand dunes out of reach
And gulls in the sky.
Behind him a fence
And wire is tangled.
The parents he rents
Left his lunch on the table.
From his elbow a pale
Does swing back and forth.
The red shovel is frail
From digging deep in the Earth.
The grass has grown long
Like the dog days of summer.
The boy walks alone
‘Till the waves take him under.
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