Sandcastles
Digging moats for the sandcastles
Drifwood floats. Breezes blow my
Damp, sticky hair with seagulls
Swooping down and around
I keep working, listening to their
Soulful cries. Small life peppers
White sand, scampering into abandoned
Homes. Waves break crashing to shore
Ocean spray splashes over my face
The moats flood and the boats sink
Tall castle walls are diminishing
Back onto the warm sand under my feet
I feel cleansed free and grounded
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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