Walking along the seashore,
Dodging the waves that rush in.
Snatching a piece of seaweed
I have been told tastes divine.
Peering into pools of entrapment,
Looking to see who is waiting for the next tide,
To rescue them free with a swish and a splash.
Pebbles when wet can be real beauties,
Till they are exposed and dried by the air.
They need frequent sea washing to keep,
A beauty that won’t cloud and fade.
When throwing stones to skim the water,
The angle you use has to be just right.
If you have an eye for decoration,
Driftwood and shells are there.
Providing a temptation to make
Something colourful and bright,
To cheer up a dark, cold, stormy night.
Walking the seashore is a delight!
2023 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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