A castle of sand

I remember the time when I was a kid,
When we played Knights and Queens hand in hand.
We dreamt of a kingdom, we decided to build
A marvelous castle of sand.

We all gathered together and ran to the sea
Where the waves kissed the sands of the shore,
Where an eel left a trace, a message to me
That I’d never fancied before.

I remember I took my shovel with me,
My bucket, my armour, my sword.
I remember how the side of the sea
Was invaded by our horde.

We started to work so zealously hard
To complete by the Sun’s decline
But the Sun in the sky admired our art
And some longer He promised to shine.

And finally we built the castle of sand,
At last our dreams came true.
Around the castle we danced hand in hand,
All the kids, both me and you.

It was six in the evening, our parents frowned,
So afraid were they and appalled
By the thought their kids in the sea might ‘ve drowned,
So the Soviet militia* they called.

The officers didn’t expect they’d be charmed
By the castle’s magnificent beauty,
Though their determination disarmed,
To take us home was their duty.

Note: Militia was the police service in USSR

Well done Ruslan!

Too dream like to be an actually recalled memory...but too convincing to be something you just sat down and wrote. How quickly Geras whisks us away into the so-called reality of adulthood! The biggest freckle I have is on my back and was earned after a long day hunched over ditches and walls fortifying my own sandcastle many, many, many years ago.

With all sincerity,
--The Bleeding Bridesmaid

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