Sylvia Sand

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)