The Challenge

The Challenge

I decided to accept the challenge to count every single grain
The weather was not to be a factor even when it rained.
Geographical location not a consideration to make
I took on this challenge to improve my mental state.

The sand in New England was usually wet and coarse
Didn't want to start the effort on the down side of remorse.
The vision of California sand tempting and fine
Then I remembered Mexico which was in my mind.

The sands of Europe were certainly unique
Covered with nude bodies and I never had to take a peek.
Even Alaska the state of snow and cold
Why even they have sand; so I have been told.

North Carolina with its outer banks
Mile after mile of sand and I said to myself; thanks but no thanks.
I decided to invite my friend little, sally Ann
A pretty girl at the seashore who knows all about sand.

I started the challenge and will try to continue on
The first grain I count I will take to the great beyond.
Sally Ann can finish the chore for she does it very well
Of course; I know how she does it but I'll never, ever, tell.

~Chuck Hurley~

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