The Voyage of the Arctic Tern

by Hugh Montgomery

The Jesters sometimes make their way
Past Wembury beach to Heybrook Head,
And in these places sift the sands
With patience, through their gentle hands,
In hope of finding on the shore
Some scarps of silver washed ashore:
Return, though, laughing if the beach
Has kept its treasure out of reach.

And if you take a stroll one day,
You too can walk to Heybrook Bay.
But if you search all day and find
No more than shells, then never mind.
It’s not just fools, but wise men too
Who know to value what is true:
The warmth of friendship – that’s the best,
Worth more than any treasure chest.

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