This week's poetry stretch at the Miss Rumphius Effect asks us to draw our inspiration from this photo. (This photograph was taken by lijojohnson and is protected under a Creative Commons license.). I was talking with someone this week about what great teachers children are - these two lead me to my poem this week:
Lessons
I watch a lesson being learned.
Tiny hands mastering the sand -
Creating a camelot - a bold fortress.
Proud smiles - a magnum opus!
But I know what is coming.
Slowly the water encroaches
Camelot is in danger.
He doesn't seem to notice.
A wave engulfs the tiny kingdom.
But the tiny master does not cry.
"I can make a new one!" he exclaims.
His sanguinity is my lesson learned.
1 comment:
sneaky who the teacher was there! nice.
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