By Randy Rush
Photography by Veronica DeBruin

I was taught to play by the ocean’s edge

Within the view of merchant ships and sails

Before the sand dunes, crowned and bound by sedge

Armed only with clam shells and an old pail

My task was to build a mighty castle

Protected by a deep and daunting moat

And I, its sole residing vassal

Imprisoned there with neither horse nor boat

And so, I’d run ‘twixt moat and tidal pool

To gather water for my porous trough

Anon, I realized I’d played the fool

As all my efforts were pursued for naught

So I sat with my pail at the water’s tide

And captured the ocean there inside

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