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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

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