Low tide is here, leaving tidal pools, <br />With all kinds of treasure left behind. <br />So I sit in the sand, and pull out my tools, <br />And start sorting the treasure so devine. <br /> <br />Two sand dollars I pick out of the brine, <br />And a big old shark's tooth in the sand. <br />I dropp it in my bucket it's now mine, <br />Gotta keep going while I still can. <br /> <br />All kinds of shells I stumble upon, <br />Little ones, big ones, an infinite stream. <br />But only a few will be going home, <br />Those special ones, someone saw in a dream. <br /> <br />Strombus, Sundials, and Nautilus shells, <br />The most beautiful ones I hold in my hand. <br />Along with a Starfish, that came in on a swell, <br />Glorious treasure, just lying in the sand. <br /> <br />7/7/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-mans-treasure/
