Sandbox

Standing in a sandbox with a bucket and spade
you have wishes to fill and dreams to create
and after hard work for a couple of days,
hands and eyes both scratched by the grains,
what beautiful castles you’ve built
what beautiful shapes you have made
but the wind gently blows so it all falls away,
and someone’s broken your bucket
and buried your spade

2014 

6 Comments

  1. hi Elena,
    the sandbox of time will encounter many grains along the way, if someone breaks your bucket and buries your spade …. then it is time to get new ones that are indeed hurricane proof …. Jim

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    1. I am sure of this! Thanks for reading and the advice:)

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  2. you’re welcome Elena, anytime :o)

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    1. It’s appreciated, I hope you can relate in some way:)

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  3. i can relate in every way and your poem here struck a chord deep inside me and i thank you for sharing very much so …. :o)

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  4. […] Sandbox aka. 2014 Standing in a sandbox with a bucket and spade you have wishes to fill and dreams to create and after hard work for a couple of days, hands and eyes both scratched by the grains, what beautiful castles you’ve built what beautiful shapes you have made but the wind gently blows so it all falls away, and someone’s broken your bucket and buried your spade […]

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