Ahoy August!

Sand Castles

Build me a castle of sand
Down by the sea.
Here on the edge of the strand
Build it for me.
How shall a foeman invade,
Where may he land,
While we can raise with our spade
Castles of sand ?

Turrets upleap and aspire, ‘
Battlements rise
Sweeping the sea with their fire,
Storming the skies.
Pile that a monarch might own,
Mightily plann’d !
I can’t sit here on a throne.
This is too grand.

Build me a cottage of sand
Up on the hill;
Snug in a cleft it must stand.
Sunny and still.
Plant it with ragwort and ling,
Bramble and bine :
Castles I’ll leave to the King,
This shall be mine.

Storm-clouds drive over the land.
High flies the spray ;
Gone are our houses of sand,
Vanished away!
Look at the damage you’ve done,
Sea-wave and rain !
— ” Nay, we but give you your fun
Over again.

W. Graham Robertson

Don’t be afraid to let your dreams change…rebuilding them is half the fun.

Love,

Shari