Sunset’s sneaky sandcastles

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.

Another Poem inspired by Poppy’s February Prompts.