Ardenelle M. Mason - "Beachcomber"

To comb the beach of old cape cod
For treasures of the sea
I've followed the ebb tides across the sands,
As though it were a key.
To the golden harvest of Neptune's realm
Put there for me to see.
And as I gazed at the beautiful gems
That lay there on the shore
The tide rushed in and locked me out,
So I could gaze no more.
Till this turning tide exposed again
The bottom of the sea.
I helped myself to the treasure there
And brought them home with me.

Ardenelle M. Mason

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