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Sand Castles

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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


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Sea Shore

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Golden sands,
from powder-fine to
coarse as grits,
pebbles, stones and
bits of shell,
washed by the sea
back and forth, back and forth,
brushed by the wind
incessantly sweeping,
and burnt by the harsh
heat of a merciless sun.

The crocheted edging of the waves,
lacy white as a sudsy shower,
washes up on the sandy shore
dying slowly as it goes
until, exhausted, it can do no more,
sliding back from whence it came,
slipping backward down again ~
mesmerising movements,
hypnotising moments ~
with seagulls screaming overhead
and diving down to catch their food.

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©Denise G Allen, 28 January 2014 07:12


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The Wind

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The Wind

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Lying on the silky *strand

A study in immobility

I feel the warm wind

Caressing me

Polishing my skin

With fine grains of sand

And the softest spray of sea

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Photograph: Per kind favour of http://granny1947.wordpress.com

©Denise G Allen, 09 January 2013 06:02 *Edited 08:19

*Strand: The shore of a sea, lake, or large river: “a heron glided to rest on a pebbly strand”. The Free Dictionary.