Poem - A City Sand Pile |English| #class3
A City Sand-Pile Children in a sand-pile On a dingy street ... Building men had left it there, Little did they think or care Children small would find it fair And run with eager feet. Children in a sand-pile On a golden day, Glory! How their eager cries Filled the city clouded skies As with unrestrained surprise They found that they could play. Children in a sand-pile — Life seemed all complete! Never knew they beach, or sea, Mountain, field, or stream, or tree ... God be thanked that yet there be Sand-piles in the street.
