Amy Darnbrook


Castle on the Hill


Up on the hill
Behind our house
Stands a castle
Or what's left of it

It used to be a magestic structure
But ememies came and crushed it
Like a bully crushes a sandcastle
Now it is only half there

There are lots of boulders to climb on
But it just isn't the same
As a towering, royal castle
Home to a king and queen

But maybe the people there
Did something to annoy enemies
And maybe they deserved to be crushed
Like a bully crushes a sandcastle

Submitted: Sunday, November 08, 2009
Edited: Friday, November 20, 2009

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  • David Harris (11/8/2009 4:09:00 PM)

    Amy, this is an interesting picture you draw of a castle on a hill with its battlements torn down and ruins scattered around. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us my friend.
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