Jump low,
jump high
as you dare
through the waves;
try to catch
our paper kite
as it swoops
and it dives!
Swim...
splish-splash –
just as quick
as you can.
See that dolphin
way out there?
Maybe ask him
for a ride.
Run far,
run fast,
run wide;
too soon
turns the tide
and the wind
will change
and those castles
in the sand – belong
to yesterday.
But don’t you moan
and don’t you cry;
make them last –
enjoy them
while you may.
And, anyway,
before too long
you’ll see – castles
aren’t what they’re
cracked up to be.
So hang on tight
to that pink,
shiny stone;
your treasure’s
right here, right now,
and mine - mirrored
by the rock-pools
in your eyes.
Comments
seashore | January 7, 2011 - 13:41
I'm left wondering who is Saskia......
I like the the way this one builds and the last two stanzas are very emotive.
Pink shiny stones are good - I have several!
Coral
Cavalcaderl | January 7, 2011 - 15:27
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Really nice,especially
the last stanza beautiful
My prize alone-
reflected by the rock -pools
in your eyes.
julie x
Silver Spun Sand | January 7, 2011 - 16:18
Reminds me of that song. 'Who is Sylvia'?
Saskia, in this case, is my granddaughter-water baby that she was/is;-)
Glad you liked it;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 7, 2011 - 16:19
Pleased you liked it, Julie;-) I used to love messing around in rock-pools - fishing net in hand.
Tina x
Beeme | January 8, 2011 - 16:20
I really enjoyed, I love some of imagery particularly the last stanza, stunning!
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | January 8, 2011 - 18:19
Thanks a million, Beeme;-) Hope you are having a good weekend.
Tina xx