Sandpit short poem

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It’s the middle of the exam season,
I’m walking home from college,
The same way I’ve always gone,
Going over a few more notes on my phone.

On my way, I pass a playground.
Right in the middle, I see a sandpit
With a red plastic rim, scratched with age
Children playing with the damp sand.

A faint smile invades my lips.
And on impulse, I walk through the gate
Towards the child-filled pit,
Their laughter and voices filling my ears.

I see one boy having some trouble.
His sandcastles keep crumbling.
My smile now becomes confident.
Once upon a time, I knew this well.

Putting on my kind face, I show the boy the ropes.
The bare essentials of sandcastle architecture.
Tightly packed sand and quick reflexes.
To make the perfect beach fortress.

The kids seem to like me. I help them for a while,
But for me, it’s long past home-time.
So I say goodbye and walk away fom the sandpit,
Remembering the pile of homework waiting at home.

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Ed Gosling

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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My own memories of building sand castles re-visited on reading this poem! Good one!