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Washed up, upon the shore!

Maybe once it was an item of some class

Did it once contain some sassafras?

Was it a bottle? A drinking vessel

As this from the sea it tries to wrestle

Free, whilst momentarily forgotten upon the shore

The incoming tide, crashing returns it once more

Carried further along, onto fresh rocks, impounded

Trapped by the surf, remains trapped, surrounded

The numbers of fragments like this one piece

Once larger in size, slowly they decrease

Sharp, rough edges battered and worn

Until one day cast up, a distant shore does adorn

Left behind by the receding tide

Spotted lying there by an eagle eyed

Beachcomber like me

As it was washed up amongst the scree

This once broken, discarded for renewal

Now it is oh so fine looking, like a jewel

Reclaimed from the sea

As we sit here, taking a sip of our tea.