Coming Home
Wet roads and promises made The heart is full and the light to take you home...
I scuttle along the sands
Drawing patterns tracing lines
Watching the tide come in
Create a clean slate for me
What fun for ol' crabby me
To doodle in the sands of time
Forever etching a new canvas
On beaches that are my home!
Each day I scourge the grains
For shell and starfish pals
Create ornate castles
Bejewelled by the glistening waves
For I am Rembrandt of the sands
Satisfying good ol' crabby me
I paint, I draw, I sketch away
Watched by a clock called Eternity!
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