Anne of the sea shore,
Wise little ageless girl,
Run knee-deep
Through waves and sand,
Playing with the children
While their parents are gone,
Lost within trafficed minds
And supermarket cultures
Of empty cardboard fronts,
Agelessly teaching the children
Your Magical Secrets :
Why the sea birds call
And ride the wind
Through your wet black hair,
Why the sea foam dances
Laughing through your lungs,
Why the sand-crabs carve
Their lives, the echoing sandfuls
Of many paths and many years
Between your playful toes,
How you live beyond age,
A wise child within us all.