The Strand

She paints a perfect picture

As she trawls the rocky strand

A mussel here a barnacle there

Enough to fill both hands

 

Two odd socks for one at least

Will decorate her cast

Her hair tied up as best dad can

Which probably won’t last

 

Bent double as she picks seashells

Her pants tag proudly showing

Her bag of shells light up her face

And leave her innocence glowing

 

She takes a moment to herself

To fix her favourite pose

She sips her drink a frown-filled thought

Her poem to compose

 

She spies a group of ducklings

Braving every wave

Excitement flairs as help she does

Each little one to save

 

Her gentle hands embrace each one

The highlight of her day

Her wondrous sight at each ones plight

She helps them on their way

 

 

 

A sunny, fun-filled day on the strand with my little girl . . .

Had to write it down . . .

 

 

 

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