Seashells, twigs, and sand. Brick, iron, and mortar. Something as weak as shore debris will be carried away with the tide, but what of the iron? It will corrode and the mortar will wear away. Itβs the same as the sand castle. It just takes it longer to fall apart. They are also the same because, at one point or another, someone took the initiative to dream them and create them. True, I am the master engineer who created the stone fortress, but before that I was a child and all I could build was a sand castle. I put hours into making it perfect, only to have it rinsed away by the afternoon tide, never to return again. But I suppose thatβs alright, because for those few minutes that they castle was finished I was happy.
copyright Kate Dempsey 2010
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I felt like revisiting an old friend. Besides, despite being a pretty cheerful person, most of my poetry is pretty depressing. So it was high time I added something happier. I wrote this six years ago when I was only twelve years old, so I understand it's probably not that good. However, I hope that you will enjoy it.