They came and went, 
The way shells tumble back in the sea-
Caught up in water and melting sand.

I couldn't catch them.
The white suds that paint the coastline,
Like magic dust, stole them away.

I looked down, into my blue bucket.
It was still empty.

My toes sank again in that foam-quicksand.
My footprints washed away,
Almost like I was never even there.

​Poem by the Founder, Janell Ward 

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