BOTTLES AND BROKEN GLASS

1

When I were a kid
I'd walk up and down
the sands looking for
discased bottles of pop
take them to a shop
penny's exchange for
each one
bottles sent back to
the bottler's, long before
recycling became a fad
rare for cut feet, cut toes
on broken glass
but not unknown

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Broken bottles washed by the seas
broken bottle glass, of many colors
blues, yellows, browns, greens, clear through
sea created them into an art form- broken glass
sharp smoothed away by countless waves of the sea
an artist collects the shreds cement's - all togeather
excepted by The Turner an exhibit
later sold for a mint
dear old mother nature - given no credit!

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith





Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-07 at 16:44

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shells
I'm old enough to remember your first stanza, I loved collecting and getting some money back, how times have changed. I have a shell filled with glass pebbles I've collected when I'm near the sea, pretty, but they shouldn't be there. Thanks for the memories.
2017-05-08



I used to walk the roads & pick up bottles
for a few extra pennies. If I found the special
blue ones, etc, I gave them to a friend who
collects them.
2017-05-08