Water's edge wavelets advance and recede;
breaking, rushing, frothing, flooding damp sand,
as small boy, searching the carpet of shells
exposed by the receding, rippling waves,
smiles to find the revealed treasure he seeks.
Sand-filled pink shell, washed, sand-emptied and raised
to small pink ear, brings to his eager mind
pictures of long-buried pirate treasure
beneath swaying palm trees, on the island
where breaks the surf he hears in his pink shell.
A contest entry
- 10 lines........15 minutes by Celticmoon.
300 points, ended February 12, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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