Another poem I recall on a stroll along the beach is John Masefield's 'Sea Fever', the one that starts, 'I must go down to the sea again/To the lonely sea and the sky...' Thankfully no lower case issues with John Masefield.
Please don't tell the punctuation police and instead enjoy the poem.
Steve

maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea