Beside great southern seas
One place I love the most
Crashing waves; fresh breeze
Coloured empty cockle shells
Pieces of dead crabs; claws
Fishing nets; tree limbs, felled
I walked along; stopped; paused
Thought I'd found pink corals too
But this is what I really saw
Seashell covered rocks; true
Footprints of walkers; dog's paws
Washed up; pink ropes; gloves
Bottle tops; all I've seen before
Natures blessed treasure troves
A veritable myriad; creatures galore
Yes; all these and more
Simple God-given pleasures
There to enjoy; upon stormy shores
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