sandcastle memories; a child’s laugh
wet sand, buckets & spades
moats filled high with water
oh how real it was to us &
how proud we were of what we’d made
seagull feather as the flag
our castle; childhood claim
of dreams we can’t recall
as we played in summer sun
seaweed, shells decorated walls
tiny fingers poked window holes
calling to parents with squeals
of pride
“come see, come see – what I have done”
fallen grains, sweet memory
of built up castle dreams
of us who were the little ones
no thoughts of tomorrow or days
to follow, but only how long
our fort would hold
as we played in summer sun
when the tide lapped at our
fortress made of sand
we watched it slowly wash away
crashing & melding
from whence it came
we pouted; a mere second of dismay
then we ran to build again
as we played in summer sun
so as we grew & our lives changed
this perhaps the lesson
we learnt back then
from the days when we were young
& played in summer sun
when our walls came crashing down
to pick ourselves up & start again
I love this last paragraph, I think that as adults we often need to remember this.
sometimes it is hard to achieve, but alas we cannot stand and pout as we once did. Thank you Beth. x
Love love this one!! Smartly woven and what a wonderful image
Aww bless ya A – thank you x
Thats so true. We were so proud and everything seemed so magical and perfect. So SIMPLE.
days before our adulthood – thank you for reading.
Those days were so good. I miss them constantly.
I think we all do Owl -how nice to go back to carefree days in the summer sun 🙂 thanks hun.
Very nice. . . .
thank you for reading.
RM you have a unique way with words.The final comment about picking yourself up and starting again is sadly not so noticeable in the younger generations. I find resilience is not a quality a lot of young people possess. Enjoy your week.
Welcome SS thank you for reading and your comments. 🙂 Resilience is learnt through time, sometimes even in our ‘older years’though it is difficult to start again. Strong character, strength of mind and determination required, as you say when younger these traits are not readily available.
Amazing! A lot of us have lived this poem haven’t we.
HUGS
That we have E – thank you {hugs} x
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Welcome
HUGS
Love this one Jen!
Thank you Mel 🙂 x
Invoked strong memories for me Mumsy, a descriptive delight x
I am glad darling – thank you so much xx
a beautiful message, Jen xx
thank you sweety xx
That it it’s settled!
I am buying a kids sand bucket and shovel first thing tomorrow then heading down the beach
Let the childhood out I say 🙂
never too old for a bucket and spade 🙂 enjoy!!! at least you have the heat for it!
Yeah we do that 🙂
Bet it rains tomorrow 😦
Dream SHATTERED
lol x
So much that I can relate to in this J.
Certainly loved the sand and the castles and the carefree nature of childhood.
Maybe it’s our increasing awareness of the world that saps our confidence and resilience. As a child your world is what is immediately around you. The older you get the more you think everyone is looking at you. I wonder why the innocence of youth vanishes?
Nice poem by the way.
Thank you ‘O’ You are right our awareness of the world watching our steps, takes away some of the enjoyment of when we stepped on sands without a care. Thank you for reading 🙂
Oh Mumsy, I could relate to it on so many levels. I love how a child can be ‘present’ with whatever they choose to do, not really caring about the outside world and here we are caring about everything. Although I hear that changes with age. I notice more, speak less and care even less about what is thought of me. I still yearn to be that child. Completely carefree. I watch my girls play with a bucket, water and make mud pies.. the simplest things- it is exactly what you have write about. I am all over the place with this one, trying to get my thoughts out before bed time. So sweet.
xxx
and I LOVE how you are so perceptive and look & decipher at everything I write in such detail! You are not all over the place but I wish you a peaceful beautiful slumber 🙂 xxx
The simple things that they like, everything else takes a hike, not a care and no need to let down their hair. Already down, as they stroll across town.
Hello Pat and welcome – thank you for reading and your little verse for your reply – appreciated you stopping in – it made me grin 😉