Uploaded on July 11, 2011
…Sand on the beaches,
Sand at the door,
Sand that screeches
On the new-swept floor;
In the shower, sand for the foot to crunch on;
Sand in the sandwiches spread for luncheon;
Sand adhesive to son and sibling,
From wallet sifting, from pockets dribbling;
Sand by the beaker
Nightly shed
From odious sneaker;
Sand in bed;
Sahara always in my seaside shanty
Like the sand in the voice
Of J. Durante. …
—Phyllis McGinley
Summer
Edited by Alice Gordon and Vincent Virga
7.11.2023: This is a fun poem, and if I recall correctly, that bucket may have been crabby at the beach, but my kids weren’t.