To: Billie; MEG33; jaycee; Kitty Mittens; Aquamarine; GodBlessUSA; Mama_Bear; The Mayor; ...
July 1, 2010
Graphic by MamaBear
S.A.N.D. ... Summertime, and the living is ... sandy.
Sand gets in the carpet,
Sand gets in your shoes.
Fight to keep the sand out,
I guarantee youll lose.
The toddlers in the sandbox,
Teenagers at the beach,
It even gets down in my shorts,
Where its rude to even reach.
Where does all the sand come from?
How did we get so much?
It is a longish story,
But it has a pleasant touch.
Find a grain of sand somewhere,
You neednt look too far.
There may be some left in your shoe,
Theres more out by the car.
Hold that little grain of sand,
Where you can see it close.
Im going to explain exactly,
How we got this healthy dose.
Youll see it sparkle as it turns,
Reflecting gleams of light,
But theres a lighter side as well,
If youll hear my fancy flight.
Each single grain of sand is more.
Its silicon dioxide, Si and then two Os,
Three million billion molecules,
And heres what they compose.
The silicon has fourteen parts,
That are quite positive,
Theyre mated up with neutral ones,
Which has some peace to give.
Twenty-eight bits of whichness,
All mixed up in a what,
And circled round with wonderment,
Thats tied up in a knot.
The Os that hang around it,
Are not just airy moons,
Each has eight bits of fire within,
And eight water balloons.
Sixteen pieces more then,
Of whatness in a where.
And not just in the sand but its,
One fifth of all our air.
And out there in the water,
Nine-tenths of all of that,
Though you may get it in your nose,
Its not for sneezing at.
Every one of these small things,
Was made so long ago,
We think they are forever,
But I must tell you no.
God put these things together,
A blessing is in each.
If you want to count your blessings,
You can start down at the beach.
NicknamedBob . . . . . April 8, 2004
© 2004 - 2010
posted on 07/01/2010 4:27:46 AM PDT
(Remove Boxer, Pelosi and Reid. Vote to stop Socialism.)
I’ll bet I could drop one whole stanza from that poem and no one would ever notice or complain.
Besides that, it seems to involve big numbers. Anybody got a calculator?
posted on 07/01/2010 5:39:08 AM PDT
(Lewis Caroll asked, "How is a raven like a writing desk?" My answer: "They both have plumes of ink.")
To: FRiends; NicknamedBob; Mama_Bear; JustAmy; Billie; jaycee; The Mayor; yorkie; pollywog; ...
I love this opening!
Memories of summer visits
to our lake cabin...and trying to clean up..LOL
Counting my blessings for the memories.
*Happy Thursday Everyone*
posted on 07/01/2010 5:42:31 AM PDT
(God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
To: JustAmy; NicknamedBob
Great Opening for July!
Five months until November elections!!
posted on 07/01/2010 5:56:29 AM PDT
("Under His Wings".........Psalm 91:4)
To: JustAmy; Mama_Bear; NicknamedBob; All
Thats a lovely, lovely graphic and darling poem! I remember when the kids were small and we were gathering everything to go back to our rental and the kids would be whining with sand in their pants! We were tired and felt like whining, too! LOL!
posted on 07/01/2010 6:38:19 AM PDT
(("His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me."))
posted on 07/01/2010 7:00:24 AM PDT
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