Walk On A Beach Poem by James McLain

As I was walking down the beach the waves were making work.
A storm had the night before, passed by.The sea birds were out in full force, food was across thier table. Crabs of size scalops and clams starfish and all that is alive within the guff I did see.Franticly with great hast a coridore we made as we tossed as much as we could back into the guff Eventually fatigue over came our attempt after hundreds of pounds of all that we saw had new life once again to all whom we know such a gift to them as well..Yes I must add some think me capable of anything.they are right there is nothing I wont attempt in this life nothing bad..