Life’s a Beach- Sandcastles


The metal bucket, red and yellow, up-
side down. Full, delicate, Daytona sand
like ice cream, any child could play and sup.
So virgin, it emerged from out my hand.

I pulled, so carefully, my bucket slid;
a magic mountain made of walls so shear.
Then turret and a castle moat I bid
before some villain from the sea appeared.

My hands; a baby dribbler from the sea,
made grander than a thousand, sandy dreams.
I formed my new abode; my home-to-be
much brighter than a thousand, sunny beams.

She sparkled and I clapped my hands with glee
as soon the monster rushed her out to sea!

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