On Endless Shores

On endless shores children do play,

On little streams of 

Pensive refrain.

Scribbles that grubby fingers 

Ripple muddy waters with,

Sketching dreams,

On shallow water,

Will it hold in the thereafter?

It doesn't matter,

Shinning eyes do say,

They etch it anyway,

On these endless shores.

Children on endless shores do play.

They are the small 

Insignificant things 

That only children

Want,

Muddy fingers,

Streaking sweaty cheeks,

Running noses,

And cheeky grins.

On endless shores children play,

Oblivious to anything

That comes in their way!  

They sway 

To fleeting moments

Of happiness,

Little streams of innocence,

That quite take your breath away!