I lay spread out on My local shingle beach Letting the pebbles Sift through my fingers I consider the myriad Shapes and forms they take. The varying rust Charcoal grey and mustard shades
I set myself a mission In the multitudes That the sea brings to my feet I will find amongst the Copious cobbles The ultimate pebble Perfect and pleasingly Quirky or smooth.
I become so absorbed by This sifting sorting Comforting process A simple quest I forget myself And my proximity to the waves Until i am splashed And soaked and Have to vow to take up This valiant quest Another day.
Until then I have taken Home a few shortlisted Candidates And made a promise to stand up when The winner is found And make a little trumpet Fanfare sound And hold the stone aloft!