Six little hands
working feverishly,
we were
builders.

Carrying pails of water
and hand fulls of sand
Measuring and mixing
digging and packing
designing a castle for a king.

We dug a moat,
a deep protective moat.
A moat
That would please any king.
with imaginary crocodiles
that would swim around the
castle.

There was a crooked sandy bridge
to the entry of the castle,
with tiny finger indentions pressed
into the sand.

We stopped to admire our work,
my red dress splotched with mud
and sand
and we smiled at our castle
that only a king would love.