Dreams of a child

My sand castles were nothing,

Scooped up mixture of mud and sand

In a square box, 

A memory of a tired land.

No dreams of far off oceans

Nor a prince to rescue me,

I had no dreams yet, They had not been born

Yet my sand castles were something

I just didn’t know it at the time,

They were a part

Of who I’d become.

4 thoughts on “Dreams of a child

  1. There was a sand box when I was a child, it was part dirt/part sand and I think the occasional kitty present too. It was an isolated life…not many friends, no dreams….but it is a new day and many dreams now.


  2. Thanks Russ, enjoying life and getting some writing done in between sun rays. Pool time and walking the dogs four miles a day, tires them out nicely. No sand castles, too busy looking for sharks teeth when I’m at the beach…no sharks attached thank goodness😊🌴☀️ peace and love my friend, Kim


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