Giant Waves racing to the shore
Rolling, foaming in playful glee
Bringing sand from the ocean floor
Then turning, rolling, out to sea.
A little boy, bucket and shovel in hand
Began to build his castle in the sand.
Mounds of sand, in a heap he piled
Thoughts of his fort, as he smiled.
It must be tall, and windows of steel
To warm him from the ocean's chill
Around the castle, a moat of might
to keep out preditors in the night.
Through hard work and mighty hand
He built his castle upon the sand
The waves, breaking in misty spray
Washing his dreams and castle away.
With bucket and shovel began again
To build his castle in the sand.
This little boy of yesterday
Who came to the beach to run and play
Now, has grown into a man
Still remembering, his castle in the sand.
Copyright Sandcastles by Patricia Stockdale - Tersi© 1995
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