Crack crunch shingle slides
Under my feet, the sand hides
Salt smells float on the breeze
It makes me smile, the scent of the seas
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Waves crash, advance and retreat
Gulls call, for others to meet
But sharp tones, unnatural, manmade
Objects litter, spoil and invade
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I lift and tidy, pick up the mess
Don’t allow plastic to spoil nature’s dress
Dangerous to some, others think it’s food
Getting it out of harm’s way makes me feel good
12 responses to “Beachcomber”
The saddest part of all is that most of the trash we find on our local beaches is child related: plastic sand shovels, juice boxes, diapers. Seems those who litter are busy training the next generation. 😐
I know what you mean. I think when some people become parents it does make them think more about what kind of world they want their children to grow up in, but sadly that’s not true for all.
Reblogged this on sparksflea and commented:
Depresses me when I visit the beach and see the mass of plastic along the tide line, maybe I should start picking it up too…
Thanks so much for the reblog. I just think, the people responsible for this mess are not going to clean it up, so either I do it, or it will just go back out to sea and ruin more lives. Thank you 🙂