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Scrambling upon slimy rocks Pocketful of glistening pebbles Wellies damp from taking just one too many steps Tiny soft mottled green shelled crab Held delicately between forefinger and thumb Smell of salt air on your jumper Knees scuffed red raw from exploring Daring adventures of a boy Down upon St. Mary's Isle Teasing little sisters with monsters from Recently refilled rock pools, Sea anemones, all shiny slippery jelly A dead lobster with only one claw Amazing treasure from a world, he knew well Early morning, cold breeze cutting through A green jumper, mother shouting at the gate Something about being warm, he didn't really hear Skipping over seaweed covered rocks, Net and rod grasped firmly in hand Off to catch a monster, fish from beyond The edge of an island, where magical things occur Like weathered, washed up wood, from An imagined wreck, or Bright blue netting, and seaweed cage A sharks purse contained within The salty, sweet taste of the sea air, And the splash of frothing white spray As the seventh wave hits the rock A boy or a man in paradise A simple boy in paradise, skipping over rocks Discovering seaside treasure, by the rocky shore
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Scrambling over a Rocky Shore
Scrambling upon slimy rocks Pocketful of glistening pebbles Wellies damp from taking just one too many steps Tiny soft mottled green shelled crab Held delicately between forefinger and thumb Smell of salt air on your jumper Knees scuffed red raw from exploring Daring adventures of a boy Down upon St. Mary's Isle Teasing little sisters with monsters from Recently refilled rock pools, Sea anemones, all shiny slippery jelly A dead lobster with only one claw Amazing treasure from a world, he knew well Early morning, cold breeze cutting through A green jumper, mother shouting at the gate Something about being warm, he didn't really hear Skipping over seaweed covered rocks, Net and rod grasped firmly in hand Off to catch a monster, fish from beyond The edge of an island, where magical things occur Like weathered, washed up wood, from An imagined wreck, or Bright blue netting, and seaweed cage A sharks purse contained within The salty, sweet taste of the sea air, And the splash of frothing white spray As the seventh wave hits the rock A boy or a man in paradise A simple boy in paradise, skipping over rocks Discovering seaside treasure, by the rocky shore
An unfinished ramble about a seaside memory from
#memories#sea#seaside#fish#waves
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
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