Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Bonding

Young be beckoned by the old sea.

Its waves be waving children to

Come on an adventure to be

Seeking treasures from the deep blue.

Sea shells await upon the shore

Sent by the sea for young to find,

And be emboldened to find more

Brought by the waves, boggling young mind.

Some children let the waves splash on

Them and soaking them with wet.

The waves roll up then flow back gone,

But will return in moments yet.

The old sea seems content to play

With the children who come today.