She builds sand castles by the seashore. |
Since Sylvia loves sand and surf, her placement should be no surprise; abiding on the beach with sand, for from that sand her castles rise. She builds her castles by the waves, they look as if they are at home; the crest of wave upon the sand, the salt air mist and ocean foam. Sylvia spreads sand to the max, she uses paintbrush for detail; her castles rise like fortresses upon the shoreline without fail. Spry Sylvia, you sculpt the sand into those castles O so high! You need to add a beacon so those sailing ships won’t pass you by. Into the sand, O Sylvia, partake of every ancient grain; again you build a castle grand much like the ones of Moorish Spain. Clever and dexterous Sylvia, how daintily you hold your hand; but O what structures come about, such architecture, built of sand! She adds a little H2O whenever sand is not so wet; she then takes sand and with her skill, produces castle parapet! Sylvia has nimble fingers for which she lines each turret ridge; and then as if sand spanned the norm, she somehow sculpts that old drawbridge. She uses sand for castle wall, she is the beach Rodin of note; the tide approaches castle keep, and so she starts to build the moat. [SR: 8] (Lines: 36) |