I found her scraping the sand
Off the ground by the oak tree,
Wonder what she thought she’ll land
Upon, under the skies so free.
Will she find pearls, or just nuts?
Will she dig the soil – how deep?
What if her palms suffer cuts!
What if the bruise’s too deep!
I know she won’t stop doing it-
Looking for the new, unearth
Treasures, in her newly-dug pit –
Anything ever quenches her thirst?
Still under the shadow of the oak
She carries on and on and on,
Until in her sweat she’ll soak,
And return the next day to carry on.
©Asiman Panda 2006
The Timber Trawler 