Castles for Kings
Dew sparkled spiders webs on fresh green grass:
an invitation to small feet.
Rainbows of colour filled his eyes
with limitless adventures of a new day.
Looking up into the pale blue early morning sky
before breathing deeply,
Fresh clean holiday air filled his lungs
to the brim with energy.
He can do anything.
Barefooted he ran to the softly sighing sea,
footprints filling.
The dance of the Sun called.
gulls dove in the distance.
Castles for Kings: from sand, with moats,
and flags of seaweed.
Proudly placing shells of the sea;
a portcullis appeared.
He can build anything.
Crossing the world; he climbed an Everest
of slippery silver sand.
Then: daring a volcano to erupt,
he gazed into the molten red blood of the Earth.
Down the dark dune, into the valley of
beasts and monsters he travelled.
Plastic shield, plastic sword, snorting horse:
he faced the dragon’s fire.
He can imagine anything.
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