As the waves receded he let go of my hand
Kneeling beside me, he wrote in the sand

His message was simple, not tainted or marred
With six year old logic, he wrote MICHAEL'S YARD

Later I asked him why he wrote that
He looked at me and said matter of fact

"I want people to know this is my beach"
I was taken by his words, realizing the truth of his speech

He was claiming the ocean as his that day
He had made the connection to come back and play