A Game Of Chance Poem by Angela Wybrow

It's a game of chance,
What the sea leaves behind;
It's a game of chance,
What you are likely to find.

You never quite know,
Just what is in store,
As you stroll, eyes down,
Along the sea shore.

Treasures are swirled
round and round,
Playing the waiting game,
Until they are released to be found.

There are no two days,
Which are ever the same,
Regarding, which treasure is released,
And, which treasure is reclaimed.

There is never a pattern:
There is no guarantee,
What treasure you will find,
When supplied by the sea.

Surprise and disappointment,
Can fill hearts in equal measures,
When it comes to beachcombing,
And discovering hidden treasures.