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A day at the sea
My sister and me
As excited could be
With our buckets and spades.
Down to the water’s edge
Carrying our pails,
Trying not to slop,
Back up the slope.
We pack the sand
As tight as we can.
My turret’s askew
But the best I can do.
And now for the moat
We fill it with water,
Step back to look
And what do we see?
The ocean’s encroached
With the incoming tide,
So to avoid a calamity
We must build a wall with alacrity…
Ha, too late, too late,
It’s breached the castle gate
And we watch the structure
c-o-ll-a-p-s-e into naught…
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©Denise G Allen, 30 March 2014 06:44
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
30/03/2014 at 10:33 am
Lovely poem, adee. It brought back fond memories of my sister and I at the beach, a lifetime ago. 🙂
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04/04/2014 at 5:21 pm
Thanks AD. Funny how these all-but-forgotten memories surface now and then… 😉
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30/03/2014 at 1:29 pm
the nice thing about sand castles, is that i can begin again and build….smiles…
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04/04/2014 at 5:23 pm
I don’t remember ever trying over and over. But I did try to incorporate water by making a small stream feeding the moat.
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30/03/2014 at 5:55 pm
Do I sniff a metaphor here, I wonder?
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04/04/2014 at 5:24 pm
😀 😀 😀
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30/03/2014 at 8:45 pm
How strange that after reading your poem I came across this:
http://mindfulbalance.org/2014/03/30/seeing-our-attachments/
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04/04/2014 at 5:25 pm
I still don’t know whether there are coincidences, Ben. 🙂
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06/04/2014 at 5:50 am
Definitely felt the tension build as the tide was rolling in.
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07/04/2014 at 6:28 pm
Thanks, SHO. 🙂
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