Read Poem: Shark Teethers, by Stephen V. Geddes

They walk down the beach with their eye to their toe,

They craze down the beach, they really move slow.

Looking for remains from the creature of fright,

They’re out on the beach, from morning to night.

Huntin’ and ‘a searchin’ just to find what they seek:

They’re the shark teeth seekers, “Shark Teethers!”

From Charleston to Edisto, to Hunting Isle,

When they find that tooth, they really put on a smile!

Although they may have jars of teeth back on a shelf,

They just keep on ‘a searchin’–they want more for themself,

Huntin’ and ‘a searchin’ just to find what they seek:

They’re the shark teeth seekers, “Shark Teethers!”

A hundred million years ago all over the sound

Those teeth were all in sharks, just a swimmin’ around

And if a tooth would fall out when a shark took a bite,

Another one would grow back in almost overnight….

So, if you’re at the beach and you go for a walk,

And you don’t feel like swimming, you don’t want to talk,

Just walk real slow, keep your eye to the ground,

And before you’ve gone too far that first tooth you’ll have found

Don’t worry that they’ll all be gone, they’re still bein’ made,

You’re a shark teeth seeker, Shark Teether

A shark teeth seeker, Shark Teether

A shark teeth seeker, Shark Teether……

Copyright 2019 (or 1980+/- just can’t say!) by Stephen V. Geddes, Aiken SC