Sam

13

Shaping the Sand

In the old days we crafted sand castles

the sand being our canvas to construct like wonderful sculptors, a sea of limitless possibilities

our signs of pride to present the domination to other lands across the sandboxes and beaches

We all learned how to forge better structures from the silky sands the wind brought,

Over time as we grew we discovered the art of moat digging, creating pits to protect

the castles from our mortal enemy the crushing wave as it brought the water to shatter our efforts

The walls could at first only guard against small splashes with their brittle build,

but in time they were able to hold their own against larger walls of water that crashed upon them.

The pebbles became the banners of the formidable fortress

building walls and buffering defenses with wet sand compresses.

After many attempts of scouting the ideal location for such a castle

only the largest waves could present any threat to us.

Today even in poetry we craft our words up from the sand

dig a moat with even fresher figurative language

detail the turrets with similes and metaphors

and make them even stronger so that only the very best can challenge our words.