A Pearl Within
Treading through sand, bare footed.
Rock pools glistening,
I search for a pearl.
Is it somewhere in the oyster?
NO, it's a treasured pearl of friendship!
Far more precious - than any pearl -
within the shell of an oyster!
Treading the same sand with bare feet -
in the darkness of the night -
the stars shining bright.
The oyster cannot be seen in the rock pools -
BUT, it's there in the precious
treasure of friendship.
The pearl may be hidden from view,
BUT, it's there in my friendship with you!
A cultured pearl -
my cultured friend!
The Atlantic ocean waves crash against the shore,
before descending to the ocean once more!
Beth Winchcombe is now a retired housewife and enjoys writing poetry, also painting in oils.