A Day At Sea

• Farran Gordon, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

Shelly sells shells by the shore
Her work on the beach is never a chore
Bang she hears the ball hit against the bat.
Crack she hears, as she sat.

Broken beach chair was the cause
Snap, crackle, pop made her pause
Sun shine streams steadily all day
Pennies in her pocket it’s time to go away

Back to the blue beach without a chair,
Although this morning without a care.
Pitter, patter, pacing down the beach shells in hand and out of harms reach.

Earning a dime has never been so much fun,
Selling sea shells seems like it needs to be done.
Click, tick, tock she looks at the time
The day has gone, back tomorrow as early as nine.