Tide Pool Abuse

Like giants we converge upon the salty world of the receding tide.

Rocky shore, moss covered basins, slippery footing and misplaced strides.

We love and protect them, or so say the signs.

When no one is looking, backward we slide.

Urchins and Mussels, Amoebas and fish, floating so freely in barnacled dish.

I know the rules, respect for the shore, give me the bucket, here are some more.

Crabs and shells, grasses and snails, I sure hope that nobody tells.

Look little Mary, what God has made, hand me a box and my little spade.

Life from the ocean, litters the car, some in my pocket, it can't go far.

It came from the pools to share with the class, this was a crab, this was grass.

Off to the shores, so goes the class, to grab and feel, to steal and to bash.

Run a red light, lie to a friend, steal from the ocean, what fun it has been.