“Watch this!” I cried
my bucket tipped
sand slamming on the shore
red, shiny, plastic cover
revealing something more
“A sandcastle!” I squealed again
jumping on two feet
“Come on! Let’s make another!”
a sandy, castle-y fleet
With walls that tower tall
and tunnels dug out deep
a flowing moat surrounds
the precious castle keep
Stick doors that lead to dungeons
where in his kelp-lined bed
lies a sleepy dragon
smoke swirling ‘round his head
Sharp crab legs stuck for claws
pointed shells for teeth
a pair of rubber flippers
slid under for his feet
And nestled at the end
of roughened, scaly tail
a jagged piece of plastic
from someone’s water pail
We tip-toed past so softly
not wanting to disturb
the beast we had created
in a castle most superb
