Have I ever wondered around here as a little kid?
Walking, jumping, or would you call that skipping?
There was sand – quite a lot, as a matter-of-fact,
Mixed with gravels, though I was not there alone!
Who was I with at that warm humid sunny noon?
Was I there to play or– what on earth was I doing?
I cannot recall this long palm tree with fallen dates,
Or that tent, which, in my opinion, looks ancient!
It must be a school trip or something, was it now?
But, why can I remember the vast amount of sand?
Wait, I was holding something extremely valuable,
Some sort of fancy inscription: the bottled letter!
Thursday, 21st of July 2011