PHOTO PROVIDED

(Poem left by the Sanibel Tooth Fairy)

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.

PHOTO PROVIDED Joe Pacheco

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 other kids while they’re asleep,

To miles of kids while they’re asleep.