Donkey Wings

Out on the grey-gold sand,
On the very edge of land,
Down where the waves crash,
There was a grey old donkey called Dash,
Way back when in his youth,
When he wasn't so long in tooth,
He could run the whole beach and back,
With a child and their pack,
How they would laugh with glee,
And he would relish at being free,
One day when a fair little child came to play,
He gave Dash the most extraordinary day,
The child's sea-blue eyes,
And rough grey-gold hair,
A face full of surprise,
When he spied Dash there,
His eyes wide as oceans,
Mouth whispering in secret motions,
"Today, donkey, you will fly,
Right up-up into the sky,"
The miraculous boy said,
Little plump face turning red,
They set off at a trot,
While the sun beat down hot,
"Time to grow your wings,"
The boy drew out some things,
Dash trotted on, happy to play Boy's game,
No matter what he tried to claim,
A sudden gust of wind ripped out,
The sand-boy gave a final shout,
And out wings did sprout!
Onwards Dash thundered,
While on-lookers wondered,
Feeling all rather splendid,
Dash jumped -
And the sand descended,
New-found wings pumped,
Up-up with a triumphant sand-boy,
And Dash's treasured gift of joy.

For @leelee101