Buttprints in the Sand

By Lyndy Phillips, Humorous speaker and comedy magician

In my last article, I wrote about my grandmother taking me to Las Vegas. (If you didn’t get a

chance to read it, find a copy or go online to read it.) She had a huge impact on my life and was

my biggest fan. She was one of those amazing women who had quite a resume: bachelor’s

degree, master’s degree, english teacher, basketball coach, principal, and superintendent. But

the best title she had was grandma.

Early in my life she took me under her wing and developed my public speaking skills. She was a

master speaker with an expertise in poetry and prose reading. So, of course, I grew up

competing in UIL poetry and prose reading. She taught me how to deliver poems or stories with

great feeling and eloquence. So here’s my favorite poem. It came to me during a very trying and

difficult time in my life. God knew my joy had been stolen and this was just the thing to bring it

back. Have you heard of the poem, “Footprints in the Sand?” Good! This isn’t that poem. Enjoy!

One night I had a wondrous dream.

One set of footprints there were seen.

To read the full poem, pick up a copy of the May/June issue of LiveIt magazine.