Upon the beach we snaked wet sand
And made it long and round.
With apple placed before its face
It slithers on the ground.
Maybe there’s an Eve somewhere
And Adam by her side
Who watched us make this fancy snake
And made them smile with pride.
Written for dVerse Poetics hosted by Lillian with the challenge to create “a verb from a noun, adjective, or other word”. I turned “snake” into “snaked” at the beginning of the poem.
I took the photo of the sand sculpture, but I do not know who made the snake. One day later it was almost completely erased by the waves.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 