X Marks The Spot By Amy Rout age 16

Bucket in one hand Spade in the other Don't go too far Were the words of my mother Sand between my toes Sun cream on my face X marks the spot Yup, this is the place Grandpa told me the story About the pirates gold Said it'd be under the X That's the story he told Dug my spade in deep Was using all my might After 10 minutes of digging I saw a pretty site Down there in the sand Something shining at me Picked it up and looked It wasn't 50p Ran back to my mother Tripped up on the way Lost the coin in the sand It's still there to this day Now I come back every year Brought my grandchildren today With their little buckets and spades X is the spot where they play Copyright © Amy Rout 2004

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