Poems

Barefooted Treasures

Bare Footed Treasures

 

I walk along the beach.

I squidge my toes in the hot summer sand.

I walk down to the waves,

And I feel the coolness of the ocean

As it passes over my bare feet.

 

I look down in the wet sand,

As the wave retreats,

And find a little sand crab

Trying to find its home.

 

I pick it up and place it on my palm.

It walks across and falls down.

Down into another bright blue wave,

A wave washing over my bare feet.

This time it makes its way home.

 

I walk a little farther into the surf.

This time I find a seashell.

On one side it’s a dull white.

On the other it’s a bright gold.

It Almost looks as if it was painted.

I clean it in a wave running over my bare feet.

 

I walk out farther and what do I see?

I see a black stone.

It has been perfectly smoothed.

The sands floating in the ocean

Have done their job well.

 

I walk out farther and see something shining.

It is about to be completely buried by the harsh Ocean sands.

As another wave comes to roll over my bare feet,

I pick it up to find a piece of turquoise sea glass.

A rare find in my small town, Huntington Beach.

 

Yet another treasure I find in the sea,

A treasure I find in the sand,

The sand of a warm summer’s day,

 

As a wave washes over my bare feet.