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Grow

Four little girls, all in a row

Happy faces and thoughts aglow

Create a castle; in the sand

And listen slowly to the circus band

Let's make this castle; filled with surprise

As pretty as can be; the best sunrise

And when we are finished; we will stand back

And celebrate and be happy; a pat on the back

And so as they progress; a flower here and there

Molding the castle; so much care

And they build the moat; purple and blue

And a flag on top; a circle or two

And who would guess; the past they would reveal

Looking for love; looking to heal

And together; in that sandcastles glow

They pay tribute to their lives; and forever grow

The Mansion

Beyond our city; lies the Isle of Love
Standing abandoned; aside a raging sea
For many years; the waves pounded
Eroding; the island; in harmony

And its desolate shores; for years stood silent
Weeds grew on the land; for all to see
The neglect; was noticed by many
Until, one day; the Island Mansion was started

The island was cleared, the bulldozers roared
And from the desolation; arose a diamond
A rare jewel; slowly being built, from the ground up
Reaching to the clouds; in its glory

The foundations were laid; and brick by brick
The mansion grew forward; walls steady and strong
Artisans and craftsmen; the best in the land
Contributed to the building; a crown glory

And from the ashes; arose a glorious beginning
The mansion grew; golden staircases and towers
Curtains of lace and finery; gardens of green and flowers
And a lake for all the citizens to see over the waves

It stood; silently across the ocean; finished in completion
A silent boat shifted across
And then another, and another; carrying wares
Unknown to others.

And as the citizens watched, day by day and marvelled at the design
A darkness grew throughout the land; as a wall
Dark and ugly arose; from the ground; blocking the view
Of the Island Mansion; the beauty to be lost

And the silent boats returned; the wall built
And the mansion was lost to others; behind a fortress
Of unforgiving blandness and pale
Hiding the beauty beyond