This boy is making sandcastles <br />that tower over his head. <br />Great golden piles of joy <br />an imaginery empire created. <br />Delicately balanced piles <br />finely detailed towers <br />Sweat, hope and his very heart <br />have gone into this creation. <br /> <br />One wrong move, <br />a single gust of wind, <br />sends these castles of sand <br />tumbling heavily down. <br />Now this boy is drowning <br />under cascading piles of sand. <br />He tries to hold it up, <br />to save his very soul work <br />yet the sand keeps slipping through his fingers. <br /> <br />He must pull himself out <br />Save himself from a bitter end <br />and move away from these troubled lands <br />to start his empire anew.<br /><br />Emmanuel Stone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sandcastles-6/
