WITH NOTHING MORE THAN SAND
* * * * *
I watched him work so feverishly
Digging up the sand.
Imagination was his ruler.
It had only to command.
*
The hole he dug was three feet deep,
With sand hills piled around.
He shaped a little sand seat
In the wall just off the ground.
*
Next, he took the tapered pail,
And filled it to the brim.
Then with a swinging motion,
He pounded out the rim.
*
With seashells now around the base
And a banner on the top,
He scraped the sand to form a door,
And said, "At last, I'll stop!"
*
Then as a last decision,
With the shovel in his hand,
He carved his name for all to see
On his castle in the sand.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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hahaha Enjoyed it Funny sandy shine castle poem!
Castle in the sand...The depth of that phrase how it can mean the life we built for ourselves, the investments we bring-very profound
This was just so beautiful! I loved it!
Loved this poem!!! One of my favs of yours
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Sweet poem that brings back memories! 💖