Building against the sea

 Sandcastles

The cries of joy layer the evening air with fun and laughter,

Sand covers the feet, buckets ready with spades

rush off to find the bestest place to build

safe from the water, and the stones

Slowly it rises, reaching upwards, 

some damage from a poorly placed bucket

yet continues

Water and wet sand follow

the Sagrada Família of sandcastles rises up

stones and shells decorate it, with sticks as flag posts

water into the moat

They dance around it, laughing and excitedly pointing it out to us

as the tide gets closer

and the moat fills further

till the sea wins and the castle is no more

until the morning

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