A poem, of what treasures can be found on a beach, if you look.
Thousands of pebbles of all colours shapes and sizes,
cover the beach as they hide other surprises.
A shell in perfect form I flip it over in my hand,
dust of the clinging sand.
Such a pretty thing colours of white and lines of pink glistening in my hand,
just one of the hidden treasures of this stunning land.
A starfish abandoned by the sea bright red and speckled with white,
I can not resist the urge to touch it feels hard and light,
it’s limbs now refuse to move right,
a beautiful but a sad sight.
Seaweed caught up in wet mounds,
leaving long arms that trail and try to escape across the shingle ground,
under foot they make a popping sound.
Dark greens and blacks all mixed in back into the sea they maybe bound,
but there is a multitude of seaweed to be found.
Rock pools hold worlds of their own,
eyes of wonder should be shown.
Scurrying crabs and lightning sliver fish barnacles to,
are all waiting just for you.
A walk on any beach holds so many treats.
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Nice poem………i love wandering the beach looking for treasure 
tnx for sharing… i also luv da beach…
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