Sandcastles, So Temporary

Sandcastles, So Temporary

A Poem by Dave

                           Sandcastles,  So Temporary
Watching them run across the sand, shovels and buckets in their hand
wondering where they will build their castle, so tall, so grand.
Gentle waves lap not far away as up and down the beach they stray.
Laughing, giggling the joy of youth  as they continue on their merry way.
They have built so many, so many before, this is to be just one more.
Sandcastles built just for the day, how long will it be here, who's to say?
How soon will it be washed away, like dreams from another day?
Laughing, giggling the joy of youth, all too soon to face the honest truth

© 2020 Dave


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A child's sandcastle . . . the building of dreams . . . a step for a moment into the future. A day was only needed . . . plenty of days to build those castles . . . each one a step closer to the truth. thanks for the day at the beach, Dave.
T

Posted 4 Years Ago


You remind me here of my childhood Dave. Playing on the beach with my siblings and building fantastic castles with moats, only to leave them for the tide. A lesson for children, that nothing lasts forever. Enjoyed the read. All the best.

Chris



Posted 4 Years Ago


Dave

4 Years Ago

Chris - I'm glad you liked this. Childhood and sandcastles a world of dreams.
Take care - Da.. read more
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Lovely memories of all day on the beach, complete with sand in our sandwiches :)
i used to build sandcastles...when the tide rolls on, they wash away....the tide of life rolls in on childhood and washes it away....gone too soon...those innocent days of pretend. Really like the allegory here, Dave,
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Dave

4 Years Ago

Jacob- I'm glad you liked it.

Take care - Dave
So true, Dave. Perhaps this is the reason that the young can think five minutes with nothing to do is an hour. We once had all the time in the world and Christmas never came soon enough, but now the calendar pages fall like leaves in the autumn wind.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Dave

4 Years Ago

Sam - you are sooooooo right! Like me, I bet you wonder where they went.

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Added on September 15, 2019
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David B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..

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