Poetic License: Stopping by the Dunes on a Rainy Evening
Whose tooth this was I think I know,
His house is in the Dunes, although
He may not mind my stopping here
Before his new tooth starts to grow.
My flying horse must think it queer
I found a front tooth lying near
The golf course and the hazard lake
On July second of this year,
He gives his flapping wings a shake —
I tell him there is no mistake,
The shepherd boy of Palestine
Has left this toothy Valentine.
I’d like to help him count his sheep,
But I have promises to keep
To boys and girls while they’re asleep,
To boys and girls while they’re asleep.
(Poem left by the Sanibel Tooth Fairy)