Friday, 3 October 2008

As the Atlantic Ocean roars into view,
white-topped breakers lap at a small shoe; ripples of giggles as
he digs deep, scooping up the sand,
fills his bucket; pats it down with chubby hands,

builds a castle
for the sea to wash away.

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Anna Reiers
My Writing Life

1 comment:

Jo said...

This put me right there.....lovely.