Castles on the Shore

We built our castles by the shore

by foamy surf and shell-crushed sand,

our ears resounding with the roar

of water crashing into land.

By foamy surf and shell-crushed sand

we formed the ramparts, built the wall,

The water crashing into land

reminding us to make it tall.

We formed the ramparts, built the wall

as tidewash tickled round our toes

reminding us to make it tall

and thick, with towers ranged in rows.

As tidewash tickled round our toes

we built beneath a granite rock—

Built thick, with towers ranged in rows

as water rushed on like a clock.

We built beneath a granite rock

though surf approached our gatehouse door.

The water rushed on like a clock,

our towers crumbled more and more.

Though surf engulfed our gatehouse door,

the rock stood firm against the waves.

Our towers crumbled more and more:

a castle-ring of sandy graves.

The rock stood firm against the waves.

We would return and try again.

The castle-ring of sandy graves

would grow to mighty greatness then.

We did return to try again,

our ears resounding with the roar.

It grew to mighty greatness. But

we built our castles on the shore…

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