Timeless are the sands I view
Worn down by waves and made anew,
Erasing effort made each day,'reclaiming all that stands in the way,
Amazing is this sight I see,
These endless waves that beacon me!
To build a castle made of silt,
Takes lots of love so they will not tilt,
They are built in vain as they are built in haste,
Tying to beat nature's rhythmic pace!
No match am I to the sea,
But as I build it please me,
What they sea may give I shall employ,
as pebbles wear down my castles of joy!
POEMS FOR THE JOY OF IT
John Gregory Peters 1992