Sunset’s sneaky sandcastles
Poppy’s February Prompts: #2
Such golden memories of seaside holidays…
Aunts, cousins and brothers all visited my marvellous Nana and Pop.
No time wastin’… we skipped early to the beach.
Dawdled along the shore; bought two cent lollies at the shop.
Crabs scuttled and scribbled cryptic messages on sand ‘paper’.
Aeroplane trips — floated on clouds — as we travelled solo.
Sandcastles sneakily built on rocks; destructive children sure got a shock!
Tiny Towns’ seashell doors, feathered flags and castle moats did o’erflow.
Leaping like mountain goats along a craggy headland.
Exercise galore… beach sprints before salty swims.
Sunset gilded our paradise playground… surf swept across the sand.
Sandcastles… simple or stately… survived only one single, solar spin.
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A little clarification might be useful regarding the sneaky sandcastles built on rocks. Even as a child I was keen on time saving… covering a rock with sand, meant much less time, effort and sand was required. I also had a strong sense of justice. I believed you only had the right to destroy a sandcastle that you had built or with the permission of such a person. Otherwise, wear the consequences! What a sweet child!
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Written for Poppy’s February Prompts… see below.
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Sandcastles are such a familiar part of childhood to so many of us, this hits like a wave of nostalgia! “Crabs scuttled and scribbled cryptic messages on sand ‘paper’!” is a wonderful line. And the idea of sandcastles not being built to last is threaded through the ending. Well done 👏
That was fun to read! 😆
Sincere apologies to Donna Fox: I wrote an acrostic poem about Sandcastles a couple of days after reading, enjoying and commenting on her excellent Sandcastle acrostic poem! My only defence is probable, undiagnosed dementia!!😵💫😬 This is the link to her excellent poem: https://shopping-feedback.today/poets/sandcastles-4d5pd01bh%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cdiv class="css-w4qknv-Replies">
Sounds like a fun time! Love the nostalgia seeping through each line. Also love your drastic measures of protecting your sand castles😂
A sweet child indeed! We would have gotten along very well for sure, lol! I loved your poem! Donna Fox also wrote an acrostic using sandcastles for Poppy's Prompts. Great minds think alike!
Awww, this was so good. Very creative. Loved these lines: Sunset gilded our paradise playground… surf swept across the sand. Sandcastles… simple or stately… survived only a single, solar spin <3 <3
Lovely acrostic poem! I especially loved ‘Tiny towns … seashell doors; feathered flags; castle moats did o’reflow!
But you are right. It is sheer vandalism otherwise. Only the builder, or the sea, can authorise the destruction of a sand castle.
Ou, this was so lovely and so clever! Also I totally agree: only the maker of the sandcastle should be allowed to destroy said castle 😂💗 Wonderful poem!!