|Illustration by Carmen L. Brown, 1917 - courtesy of Monday's Child|
At the Shore
Another sunny morning at the shore and
The ocean greets my piggy toes in cool, foamy waves.
The shells on the beach and also in my bucket
Have a glowing iridescence: it’s like silvery silk, wrapped around a tiny world.
Everyone should have a morning like this at least once.
Starfish and conch and mussels swim by in the salty water.
“How do you do?” I sing, greeting each one with a smile.
Only time will tell if they’ll
Remember me after I’m grown, but
Every once in a while, when I see a pretty shell, I believe that they will.
Poetic form: Acrostic
Process notes: This illustration brought back memories of when I was little and I visited my grandparents, who lived in Atlantic City. I always looked forward to walking the beach so I could see the treasures hidden in the sands, and also, I loved stand in the shallow waves and feel the water tickle my toes.