Heart Stone
By the moonlit sandy dunes
the heart stone
lies very still.
The ocean waters, ever-moving—
swish-shuh-wish-shuh-wish
nearly reach the stone.
Ghost crabs skitter by.
Loggerheads waddle to sea.
Warming. Brightening,
the beach awakens.
A willet skims the sunrise.
The tide recedes—
swish-shuh-wish
Tiny toes.
Mommy, look.
Treasure.
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I love this, Jenny. It has voice, mood and a great ending!
Thank you Dee!
Very nice Jenny. I feel like I’m in the beach!! Good job!