From the beach its sandy walls rise,
Its turrents reach up to touch the skies.
A tiny moat dissolves the keep.
Its pavers are strong, though only two inches deep.
Tiny footprints embedded in the sand,
Where once a child there did stand.
Its grace and beauty a short time will last,
Before the sea washes it into the past.
Was a bit of a fiddle (not quite as simple as I thought when I boldly announced that I would make one) it is now on the summer season table in the big girl's classroom at school.. what do you think?