Tipped toes are not made to be stepped on
Dip them in the warm white sandy beaches
Wash them off in the turquoise of the sea.
For the ghosts are all around us
Spoke the silver in the sky.
Time is of the essence
Purred the river in the creek.
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
Gentle sway to calm the way.
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
The puppy dog wags its tail.
All around us
Daniel James 2014
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