LOW TIDE AT NIGHT

LOW TIDE AT NIGHT

Mounds of Seaweed whisper.

Salt seeps into the sand.

Limpets browse, scrape tracks along boulders

Etching grey scrolls into dark algae.

Lugworms hide in mud caves

Marked by coils and holes

That open and close in measured time;

Seven gulps of air till the flood tide.

Circled by bladder-wrack

Rock pools are black opals.

Pebbles and shells discarded by waves

Freckle a beach bare of daytime hordes.

Far off, asleep, the sea:

Lights mark another shore.

Meantime, a crab waits his hardening shell

Under a blanket of whispered seaweed song.

                                      Catherine Benson

hey guys a while ago we have been reading this poem we got to get into groups and perform some of the parts to the rest of the class.
By the way this happened a long time ago so some things I can not remember quit so clearly but I will try my best.
Obviously this a beach.
Do you like the beach comment down below.
My fave part of the beach is covering myself with sand what is you fav part, comment down below and please follow!