A Sandcastle, Grandson, And Grandad
Fun in the sun, a generation apart.
Sandy beach, accompanied with buckets and spades
An intent to have fun, defying incoming tide
Sun glistening on sparkling, dancing waves
Gulls wheeling and squawking, their intent to deride
Which sand is the best, high or low on the beach?
Higher, more time to build a grand castle
Lower down challenging waves lapping to reach
Our construction of sand made with fun and with muscle
A moat is a must grandson said, around the walls
Turrets and flagpoles from driftwood and seaweeds
Seagulls scoffing, waves nibbling sand, causing falls
Grandson spade in hand, with sand in hair and on knees
Suddenly a rising wave broaches the moat
The castle falls and flagpoles now set afloat
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Michael Trigg
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