Dirt Between Your Toes:

Like footsteps
Pressed in the sand,
A little dentatation
On the lay of the land.

Where pressure
And a little walk,
A crime scene
With sand not chalk.

Where wonder
And a curious mind,
Will always leave them
Not far behind.

Where rhyme and reason
Both touch down,
Leaving their markings
Upon the ground.

For footsteps
Are but a good time,
A walk on the beach
On the sandiest side. :