We all went for a walk,
just Nan, Pop and me,
and found lots of treasure washed up by the sea.

My Nan found a rock crab
alone on the sand.
It tickled and wriggled around in my hand.

I found a new treasure
beneath the sea grass;
a smooth-as-silk wave-polished piece of green glass.

But Pop said his treasure’s
the best you would see:
he looked near the jetty and there he found me!

© Kristin Martin 2016

This poem also appears on the website Australian Children’s Poetry as a Poem of the Day.