.4. Pools Poem by David Threadgold

Rippling pools of water, from the tides that come and go
Many little secrets, they don’t want us to know
Reflecting on the surface, is the sun to spoil our view
A kaleidoscope of colours, intended just for you

Use your darkened glasses, reveal what they would hide
Within these worlds of mystery, left by the turning tide
Rocks furry looking forests, short lichen and green moss
Limpets grazing hungrily, trails show the lichens loss

Seaweed sway relentlessly, hypnotic in the breeze
To add a touch of structure, like the countryside has trees
Its branches carry winkles, to help them thrive and grow
Protecting them from predators, so they won’t rush to go

Razor clams and cockle shells, half buried in the sand
Surrounded by smooth pebbles, in this underwater land
A microscopic picture, of a world that’s really cool
To give you some idea, where crabs all go to school


© 2008 David Threadgold
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