The Blue Boys

The wee boys
In their wee white caps
Are blue with
Wind-borne cold.
But they love to run,
Rain or shine,
You'll always see them
Running along the beach.

They're caught in
Never-land, it seems,
For they will not grow old.
They run along the shores
Of the whole wide world,
And no one ever seems to notice them.
Not a wave,
Not a word,
Not a thought.