Castles
in the Sand
Along
the bay the gulls array
Around the castles in the sand
They sail the wind that blows its songs
Across the bits of bottles dropped
Around the castles in the sand
They sail the wind that blows its songs
Across the bits of bottles dropped
Picked up and beaten on the rocks
The bits of bottles glint in spots
And shine like little diamonds cut
Trapped on the beach with other stuff
The bits of bottles glint in spots
And shine like little diamonds cut
Trapped on the beach with other stuff
The shards of bottles glitter out
And twinkle in the noonday sun
But castles in the sand are there
And bashed by waves they need repair
And twinkle in the noonday sun
But castles in the sand are there
And bashed by waves they need repair
So children come to patch them up
With little hands and paper cups
And careless feet to take them there
Across the bits of bottles dropped
With little hands and paper cups
And careless feet to take them there
Across the bits of bottles dropped
Donald Dean Mace
Donald Dean Mace is an artist, poet, and freelance writer living and working quietly in Yuma, Arizona. He has been published by Ariel Chart, the Yuma Daily Sun, Arizona Western College Magazine and his poetry was featured in a public service broadcast.
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