I'm on the beach, I've come prepared.
I've looked around and I've compared.
The competition's not too hot,
And I've just found the perfect spot!
Now I unpack my bulging bag,
Of buckets, spades and cross-bones flag.
My plan I lay out on the sand,
So I can build my castle grand!
A bucket here, a bucket there,
A dug out trench that's nice and square.
A turret left, a turret right,
My castle of colossal height!
For hours and hours I fill and place,
More buckets to enlarge the base.
My castle's strong, my castle's tall,
Protected by its sandy wall!
The flag's the last thing to go on,
My work complete, my castle done.
A scary fortress in the sand,
This beach is under my command!
I'm captivated by the sight,
My castle just exudes its might.
Protected from both small and tall,
But what is this?..my brother's ball!
A darkened peril in the sky,
And in slow motion it does fly!
It's getting close, it's falling near,
My mouth drops wide, I dare not peer!
It's going to hit, oh no oh no,
My castle crumbles in one blow!
Strong to all attacks I know,
But brothers are the meanest foe!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
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On 13/10/2005 at 16:36 GMT Leah from UK wrote:
"I think it is rather good. Plus I've always wanted to build a amazing sandcastle! In general I think it is not amazingly good but OK!"
On 18/10/2005 at 22:00 GMT Kayla from United States of America wrote:
"I think it is very funny!!!!I understand it because brothers are sometimes foes!!!"