to the stones,
i poured their water ration,
but they seemed to,
be imitating ducks
and off their backs,
it rolled.

i spoke loudly,
to the clouds,
that hovered,
overhead
but they just scowled
and turned their
faces to the sun.

so, my next endevour,
is to re-arrange,
the sand dunes.
i think, that will be fun.

so set off i must,
with my bucket
and *****,
for it will
only ever get
finished,
once i
have begun.