Beachcomber, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Beachcomber

Beachcomber

The bubbly foam of the wave disappears
Bring darting piping plover with their spears
Stabbing tasty creatures the size of sand
In moments every inch of the beach scanned
On tooth pick legs the birds scurry away
Unable to keep the giant at bay
This hunter coming with scoop and sand pail
Eyes affixed looking for the Holy Grail
No attention paid to sea gulls above
Only focused on what is in search of
The multicolored shells eyes disregard
There’s silence praying for a gift from God
For sure she isn’t in search of shining gold
Nor jeweled antiques of centuries old
It is ancestors’ trash that is desired
Floated way when its usefulness expired
The fiery sun battered her naked back
Tiring but determined to stay on track
Was it the heat that brought her to a knee
Or was it an answer to her dire plea
With surgeon’s hand she picked up the piece
Holding secure not wanting to release
Making offering to the blazing sun
Feeling grateful finding this special one
What is it that gives this small piece great worth
There must be something better on this earth
That provides a feeling that would surpass
The joy of finding a piece of sea glass