Singing Sands
Singing sands speak
of people
And in a high pitched
key
Sing me to sleep.
Waves sort myriads of
quartz grains
That sing of glaciers
that crunched hard
Stone and sing of
cities buried
Under the dunes.
I dream of First
Nations
And flint spear
points
10,000 years old
buried under
The singing sands.
Barbara Spring
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