The sand dunes undulate
To the fading music of summer,
Shimmering softly
In the light, gently dying.
Longing for heat
In the cooler days.
Searching inexorably
For the comforting
Arms of the ocean,
So close,
Just out of touch.
Fingers touching but never grasping.
Alone beside each other.
Achingly lonely without the other.

Its a Land with 3 inches of Soil
Sprouts High Voltage Lines, Oil Derriks
And Microwave Towers everywhere
Like a Modern Steel Forest Landscape

The wind is ever present and Unending
Its a Cruel Wind, strips the Paint off of All
At Night the Howling and Humming of
All that steel wire sets your teeth on edge

The wind Strips the electrons from All
Leaving a Negative charge in the Air
Like some Electrical Spirit plagues the Land
Scrambling your thoughts and Actions

Its the Desolation Where Revial Meeting Tents
Flapped in 1930s wind there for Salvation of Souls
The Place where anger flares up from Minds wore down
A Brother gets shot over Drumstick in any given town

At the motel I pace in the Night hounded by the sound
As if I had to witness this Howling wind strip the Ground
Morning coffee I reach for a Styrofoam Cup with the Rolls
It Leaps 5 inches into my hand trying to get away from this Land

A Land of endless wind and sand run across West Texas Like
A Frieght train Whistling and Howling as it Rumbles By
Shaking the Ground with its Passing Through the Town
The Lands Only Salvation is its Blue unending Skies

You were my rock
But time and feelings have eroded that rock into a pebble -
soon nothing but sand will remain.

To you I may just be a grain of sand, caught between your toes
But you will not have my experience, so you cannot know
How it feels to float on a shark fin or rest on a mermaid's breast
Or do a jig with a conga eel, now  that really was the best
So before you cast me aside to clean your human foot
Take a super duper microscope and take a closer look
At me and my sparkly sandy compatriots as we glisten in the light
A dazzling array of shell fragments and glass nuggets so bright!

Divided we stand,
Each but a grain
Of sun-kissed sand

Together, a beach
Of sun-bleached strands,
United as each

Sips waves like wine,
Proud to stand,
Brothers in sunshine.

Waking up early
Walking in
the beach
Used to be my
Routine(Weekends)
The Sunrise makes
The sand to glow
Like a gold
Picking up
Grain of sands
Throwing it back
into the Ocean
Clapping my hands
and feeling
Great is my
lovely task

I am treated as small and insignificant
many feet tread on me

I have been around for millions of years,
I have been a mountain, a boulder, a stone,
and finally a grain of sand.

I am small but beautiful.
now, I can catch the light of the sun,
and let the light in.

Take my hand, as we walk this terrain.
To the place where upon a branch a woman was hanged.
For stealing grain to make bread, ensuring that her children fed.
Look upwards, crane your head, a woman killed for baking bread.
Now, take my hand and look overland, where grains of sand make up this barren land. From barren life hanging in a tree, to barren sand eroded by sea, come to me. Come away child.
Let's build a sand castle and forget the fear in grains and sand.

If I had a grain of sand
for every tear drop
you made me shed
for every time you
yelled because of your unhappiness
I would have enough grains of sand
to fill an entire beach
no wonder I hate sand

sorry joe
tried, can't write
a poem about sand....
each time i try
all that comes out is

" like sand through,the
    hourglass.....
    so are,
    the days of our lives"

huh, talk about subliminal
indoctrination....