Sandcastles
Sandcastles made by little hands,
Ever digging in the sand,
Images that childhood brings,
The Pegasus with feathered wings.
Ever digging in the sand,
Images that childhood brings,
The Pegasus with feathered wings.
Skies of bluesilk,
Red Garnet Sea,
Blue Water wrapped,
Round you and me.
Red Garnet Sea,
Blue Water wrapped,
Round you and me.
And at days end,
The tide comes in.
Sandcastles gone,
As night begins..
The tide comes in.
Sandcastles gone,
As night begins..
But morning comes,
Begin the day.
When little children,
Come to play.
Begin the day.
When little children,
Come to play.
They build their castles,
In the sand.
So lovingly,
With little hands.
In the sand.
So lovingly,
With little hands.
This is a very happy poem for me. I want to see Josephine playing in the sand.
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Love Renee
If you could have seen me read your comment you would have laughted. Because I was like 'Really?'
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