The below is a computer generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Sandbox (a memory)" is a sweet and nostalgic reflection on childhood playtime and innocence. The language is simple and straightforward, effectively conveying the joy and imagination of playing in a sandbox with a friend. The imagery of sculpting winding roads for toy cars and trucks is particularly vivid and charming. The introduction of the antagonist, Bad-Boy Bully-Billy, adds a touch of conflict and tension to the poem, effectively contrasting with the previous carefree tone.

One potential suggestion for an improvement in the poem is to add more sensory details to further immerse the reader in the setting. For example, describing the texture of the sand or the smell of the outdoors could enhance the overall sensory experience of the poem.

Overall, "Sandbox (a memory)" is a delightful and relatable poem that captures the innocence and joy of childhood playtime.

Suggested line edit: "Using bucket and shovel, / we sculpted winding roads"

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is well described even to the point of "salty water".
being used to make the big hill. I was grooving with you guys
remembering how it was, when all of a sudden; Bam!
Here comes old Danny Zanella, punching me off my bike!

I don't know if I should thank you for bringing
that back to me, but you sure did.

Your title is good, [made me curious] and the language use is plain and simple
not taking anything away from the poem. The pace is slow and lanquid, but finalizes
quickly, like a blitz attack from nowhere.

The theme is well done, although I wouldn't say that I liked it.
Nicely done, ~ Geez.
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I also barely recall days on the pure white beaches of Pensacola. The thing which keeps the bully's actions from being tragic is the surf would have flattened that kingdom anyway

..was a great guy...wonder where he is now.
Awesome line... bully billy bad boy boots and barrel!

Thomas

is that it was not allowed the end of the intended kind. The Bad Boy Bully Billy made the sad story of slow disintegration due to economic distress and inept policies by the administration, an accelerated event! LoL~ Geez.

Hi, Cat!
Fun memory, until the end, of course. Bad-Boy Bully-Billy barreling in his boots - there's one like 'im in every childhood.
Enjoyed!
L

I believe I only had one summer on an ocean beach: 1957. My dad was working in Fernadina Beach, FL. We spent many days at the beach making sand castles, digging up sand dollars, and chasing the crabs (funny little side-walkers.) That was also the summer that I found out about chiggers (harvest mites to those across The Pond) in the Spanish moss. I'd mostly forgotten about that summer until I read your poem. Thanks for bringing it back.

I absolutely love this nostalgic, sepia snapshot of your youth, until that little bugger Bad-Boy Bully-Billy turns up of course, I think that every person on the planet has one in their childhood, unfortuntately I had more than one.

I love, love this one. I hope you write more in the same vein.

Brava!!

love always Lilbit xxx