A New Friend
The big blue ball bounced
Heartily down the hill toward the sea.
Warm wind tosses mist from
The foamy white tips
Of the sapphire blue water.
A child’s kick gone astray,
The little ball flies merrily to splash into the sea.
The water plays with the ball,
Carrying it upon its waves
Through night and day,
Moon and sun, rain or shine,
It brings it to the opposite shore
Into the midst of a little boy
Throwing stones into the tide.
The blue ball sits upon the shore
Beckoning the boy to play with it.
Stones were not much of a joy
Splashing into the tide with a thump
Plopping steadily into the sand
With little more than a misty spray.
He runs across the deserted beach
And kicks the ball across the sand.
Instantly he finds the toy
Is not a broken hand-me-down,
But a lost new treasure he’s only dreamed of
from windows of shops farther into town.
He kicks it harder and hits the ground running
After this toy, his ball,
His friend.
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