Duru
Sand-Between-The-Toes
I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.
We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.
The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.
We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.
There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.
When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes.
‘Sand-Between-The-Toes’ by AA Milne is my favourite poem. It makes me laugh every time I read it and brings back all the great memories of my childhood. It reminds me of cold summer sunsets by the sea. These are memories that I will never forget of the time when the only problem I had was the golden sand in my hair. When I read it, little me appears and holds my hand. I like the way it flows; it cheers me up. The rhymes are rhythmic and catchy. My favourite line is ‘The sea was galloping grey and white’.
Poetry is the whisper that beats up your heart, the scar in your soul and the tear in your eye.