Author Arthur Davison Ficke Sand, sand, long white sand. Foam on the water, snow on the land. Grey, empty, homeless sky, And three bleak gulls flapping by. You and I, hand in hand On that edge of sea and sand. You and I, dazed as though Life had died an age ago. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments