Pails and Pots
sticks I brought
spoons and shovels
'Lets Go', Mum yells
Rich beautiful sand
packed in the Pan
smack it on the ground
made a nice mound
castle starts to form
waters nice and warm
Flag pole on the top
having fun, can't stop
Our fort is ready, done
First prize we won
A wave comes up on shore
Our castle is gone? No More
Ah yes, the days of sand castles and wavy warriors -! Sweet, Dave, very. : ]
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Dave...That's the really great thing about sand castles...you get to build them again and again...and each one only takes a short time, and you can try a new design each and every time...love em...and lookin forward to some soon! ! Hugs, Dee