On Shark's Tooth Beach-----A poem I wrote for school.

Digging, digging through the sand.
I placed the trophy in my hand.
A perfect jawbone of a shark.
The teeth were shiny, smooth, and sharp.

I had been working from dawn till noon.
Had the time really gone by so soon?
I thought back to the man waiting on the dock.
His legs were skinny and white as chalk.

He insisted I take him for a walk at the beach,
So I could show him how to find shark’s teeth.
First the man’s failures gave me pleasure.
But to my dismay he found some treasure.

I walked to a lonely spot a mile from home
And that’s where I found my perfect jawbone.
I was eager to show it to the old man.
To see him upset was my devious plan.

But it’s wrong to take pleasure from another’s pain.
I gave him the jawbone and he left with his gain.
Although the old man took the gift without thanking,
I felt good about myself- I had done the right thing!