I love my time alone walking the shore as the tide recedes. It is fun to see what the sea left behind. I am reminded of one of my favorite picture books to help students "see" the possibilities of where poetry can be found and also to rethink the old idea of what's in the bottle.
Today it was slim pickings but I found this shell and began to "see" the poetry in its spiral design. With notebook in hand I tried to connect my pencil with the paper to capture the shape and feel the layers of spirals. Remember being an artist is something new to me.
An ancient tower
of ocean battles resting
scarred and weather-beaten smooth.
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