I could picture Rapunzel, vanquishing by the window
A narrow path wound down to a dusty door,
There stood my sandcastle on a lonely golden beach.
The walls so burly, circled my tower,
As a little gate of wet twigs dented them.
I could picture the Prince gallop across on his steed,
There stood my sandcastle on a lonely golden beach.
Did i build the wall so high that no steed could cross it,
Was Rapunzel so hapless that no deliverance answered her prayers.
I might never know the tale this far...............
Where stood my sandcastle are but stubs....................prey to the hungry tides.
