Sorry, grabbed the rough draft again, my mind must be on the edge again ;^)
Here is the finished one,sorry
Beachcomber
May I live down by the sounding sea,
where the gulls dance on the air to piercing cries.
Some sandy cave along the shore my home to be,
where I welcome all to truth and to banish lies.
A warm and gentle place beside the singing sea,
where waves race across the sand and back in rhythmic play.
The wind adds a player to any game and I laugh so free,
for here hearts are open to all the treasures found this day.
Tide pool worlds without end, from which Nature collects her share,
and I catalog them all for fun, before lunch takes me away.
Like a Sandpiper sand dancing without a single care,
my spirit soars with joy to music only I can hear this sweet day.
Oh my gosh, this is a beautiful poem. Very rich in content and imagery.