Mary Cassatt's Children Playing on the Beach

At the beach the seagulls cry
And the ocean breeze whispers through the air.
The children sit and play,
With nothing on their mind
Except what they're going to make.
The sun is hot on their backs
And wind rustles their hair.
But they don't mind.
No thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow,
Right now is all they know.
Someday they'll be too old to sit
in the sand and make sandcastles all day.
But for today they can sit and play.

By Emily J-B.