Clam Digging
I'm one of many people with shovels in the sand.
Some even go digging the crude way by hand.
In the estuaries, it is now low tide.
There are sandbars that the waters hide.
Buried in the sand are those round white shells.
Hunters are hoping that the number swells.
How many recipes for clams do you know?
There is chowder, steamed, fried, and Casino.
Those bivalve mollusks can be served many ways.
Folks go hunting for them during these days.
Many people like them raw out of the shell.
This way, they think clams taste so well.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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