July 9, 2011
I never made one myself.
I never packed those small grains together.
Packed sand upon packed sand.
The pile grows, reaching for its potential.
Its shape morphs.
Its base thinnens.
Its top flattens.
The dome-like top becomes a roof or watchman's platform.
The side a thick protective wall.
It's the dwelling-place of a princess.
The realm of a knight.
The territory of a king.
It will stand forever.
Forever in the maker's memory.

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HannahT said...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 3:10 pm actually have built a sandcastle and I love this poem and stuff and yea:)
MichaelC.S. replied...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 3:26 pm
Thank you but the truth is now i have built a sandcastle but before, when this poem was written, i hadn't.
HannahT replied...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 8:03 pm
lolgirl336 said...
Jul. 19, 2011 at 3:07 pm
this is like really great...I loved the descriptive words. wait so you've never built a sandcastle...? 
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