NATURE Poem: Treasures, by Howie Good

In the darkening dusk, two boys,
brothers by their bickering,

each equipped with sand pail
and toy fishing net, comb

the shoreline for treasures,
crabs and conch shells and seaweed,

so bent on their acquisitive task
they forget to look up at the moon

hovering far out over the water,
a round yellow diamond.