Viv's 54th Birthday

Across the miles and miles of sand

With bucket firmly clutched in hand

She combs the beach for pretty rocks

Fetching in her pink warm socks

She scorns the perils of the tides

Fords danger channels with big strides

Searching for that perfect shell

Uncovered by the tidal swell

And then its home to Upper Tean

Where each find she'll carefully clean

And place them in a large glass jar

With memories of big skies afar.