My Sandy Wishes
St. Paul’s Co-educational College Primary School, Mia Ven, Poetry: Group 1
The Sun is steaming hot,
And I have a lazy thought.
I want to hide under a fern,
So I won’t get sun-burn.
The more I think,
The more I want to drink.
Comes out no water,
And it gets hotter.
Plenty is the deary sand,
Scanty is the dreary land.
Sitting on the fine sand,
Playing with my tiny hand.
Wish it was a sandy beach,
So I can eat a candy peach.
The Sun is going down,
And the sand is no longer brown.
Know what I found,
Millions of bright starts shining like a crown.
The camels are lying down on towels,
And I am singing my songs with vowels.
I want to sing along on the sand,
While the moon plays with the band.
The gleaming light of the full moon glows,
A gentle breeze also swiftly blows.
I find a bottle lying on wind-swept sand,
And I brush the grains upon it with a trembling hand.
In the bottle is a hand-written note,
Wish me a good night with a quote.
Is this a joke?
“Gobi Gobi, so I know!”
