To Abalone

To Abalone by john clare

Into the clear blue of the pool I
suspend and let the silence surround
with a soothing sinking into a dream
of days upon the wide waters when
crashing over our tops we spun in
machine like rhythm, the sand and
the star fish rasping us clean.
They dove to the bottom in search of the
Abalone that held the treasure
Seekers for years who came
to harvest from this pool.
They surfaced so rich
I cannot fathom the depths
they dove to mine these
pearls of rarest beauty.
Tread me water
Tread me water
The float floats from me
Tread me longer
Tread me longer
In a swirl as we did under sea
Tread tread tread
Down descends the heavy head
Tread Tread
Whats that I see
Tread
How rich I shall be
My Abalone
I see.