Sandbox Pals 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

This poem was inspired by my Sandbox Pal. She knows who she is. 

Little boy hanging out in a sandbox
Dirty hands with golden locks
Building bridges and skyscrapers in his mind
Working diligently on his knees
Totally engrossed focused in
Filling up mommy's laundry bin
One day a little girl came by
Caught this lil' dirty boy's eye
Sent his heart reeling to the sky
Too bad he was awefully shy
This little girl got in his way
As he was building a tunnel
And trying to make it stay
He stopped and looked at her
She smiled and said sorry
He said that's OK, you wanna play
She said yes
Brought her lil' bucket over
They made castles and bridges
Mountains and ridges
Her little curls got in his eye
He was still just a little too shy
They made face paint with mud
Painted eachother with smooth wet crud
Played cowboys and indians
Hide and seek
Hung out with eachother throughout the week
She brightened the world of this little boy's life
Dreaming one day she'd be his wife
One day she took this boy's hand
His heart was beating like a German brass band
He gave her a frog, a penny, and some rocks
When ever he saw her he'd wear his clean socks
Their mommy's made gummy bear icecream pie
They ate it in the sandbox
Staring into eachother's eyes
Whenever it was time for these lil' ones to go home
The lil' girl would kiss him so he didn't feel so all alone