Eyes wide with wonder,
In the school of the summer,
What no online instruction can teach,
What they should yearn to teach.
In the waters, I learn on the beach.
I learn to grab tiny clams and flip them out of the sand,
Throw them in a bucket, three in a hand,
I watch and learn as they dig themselves under,
White tentacles groping and pulling asunder.
I graze the back of something scaly and lean,
A creature of the sea, long and mean.
I scoop it up before it gets away,
A sand flea is what google will say.
I let them all go,
I watch as they swim,
I head home to sleep,
I let myself in.
The world is your oyster,
Make of it what you will.
Eyes wide open, with thrill,
To see what I found.
Deeply in the underground.