The Beginning of the End
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
My straight castle walls crumbling,
The tall towers rounded down.
Plastic bag blown - tumbling,
Half-sunk, soon to drown.
Empty beach and a waiting tide:
As if a disaster was imminent,
Eroding structures of pride
Thought of as permanent.
Remnant ice-cream wrappers half-buried,
Child’s laughter echoes there
In the storm of autumn carried
On a breeze not yet cold, but in the air.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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