My Sand Castle

My Sand Castle                            January 12, 2005

Sitting on the edge of the ocean, 

I dig around in the sand, 

Daydreaming of brave warriors 

Fighting fire-breathing dragons, 

You know, those sorts of things. 

I dream of days gone by, 

And perhaps of days that never were, 

And I continue building my sand castle 

Reminiscent of the real ones in England. 

I pretend to lower the bridge 

And invite my friends to cross the moat, 

And allow them to witness the majesty 

Of my own Camelot, 

Simply the grandest castle of all. 

What a magnificent city 

Conceived by my own two hands, 

And I continue building my sand castle 

Reminiscent of the ones in medieval times. 

Here, 'tis finished for all to see, 

For I have worked so very hard. 

I feel God gave me the vision 

In these capable hands 

To create the beautiful and the sublime. 

They say art is subjective, 

And I'm sure that you'll agree, 

But I built this sand castle 

Not for you, but for me.