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Silver dew drops jewel the lawn

As light grows and darkness fades;

Catch the sun rays of the dawn,

Glimmer in the early morn,

Shimmer on the grassy blades.



Gumboot-shod I leave a trail

Across this wet and sparkling green,

Equipped with digging stick and pail,

To tuatua beds assail

Beneath the sand unseen.



On the beach the tide is low.

Seabirds gliding, wings spread wide,

Watch the billows ebb and flow,

Searching in the waves below

For small fish in the tide.



I join the searchers on the shore

Along the foamy breaker line,

On the water's edge explore,

Eyes cast down, seeking for

Those shellfish to be mine.



I have no knowledge, I confess,

Of how to gain such seafood plunder,

Yet,though my skill could not be less,

I crave the sweet taste of success....

Where should I look, I wonder?



Some fellow diggers on the beach

I note, have semi-filled their sack.

There must be shells within my reach!

I watch them so that they can teach

Me all the skills I lack.



When they leave the scene I go

To where I see they found their prey.

I dig around there with my toe,

Still confident a shell will show

From underneath the spray.



I don't know where the shellfish went.

I,sadly, never saw a sign.

My gathering was a non-event,

The only thing the ocean sent.....

Two gumboots full of brine!