
Along the bank when tides are low
In search of treasure, they’ll go.
To see what the river carries –
Wonderous finds, which always varies:
Broken clay pipes, coins of gold –
From the river our history is told.
While mudlarks are often wet and cold.
They bring to life the things of old.
Padre
I see them on the beach at the end of a busy Summer’s day and often think I should try it myself! Nice one.
My 52 words!
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You incorporated the prompt so well in this poetic narrative of a mudlark! Great job!
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