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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