Interesting things

I search along the shoreline

Where the tide has left its mark

For interesting bits of wood

Or shells or sea-washed bark

Sometimes there are stones with holes

Or lengths of knotted rope

The choice is ever changing

And I never want for scope


And later when all these things are dry

I will use them every one

Stone chains in the garden

Bleached by the summer sun

Driftwood sculptures on the wall

Or free-standing on their own

The treasures from the shoreline saved

And each one given home.





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