by CECILIA ODENBAUGH - September 27, 2020
A sandcastle
Built by the unsteady hands of a child
Adorned with cracks and accented by falling towers
Barely held together by the wet grainy sand
Off in the distance the tide rose
Ravaging its way towards the shore
Where the sandcastle stood majestically unguarded
Suddenly forced to crumble by a ferocious onslaught
Bottles of plastic, abandoned rags, particles of sand,
Once prized and used, now rubble left forgotten
The proud sandcastle lay deserted, devastated by the waves
Left to pick up the mess created by another
The child comes again to rebuild the foundation
A resilient structure, reinforced by discarded debris
The unwavering sandcastle stands proud again
Guarding and protecting against the awaiting tide