Crafted of lead
Scratched against paper
Of curling and cursive doodles
Etched into its smooth surface
Its shading lightens and darkens
Its intensity changing as the pencil
A perfect fit upon the canvas
A cocoon swing chair
Sits on the left
A wooden cabana
Nestled in the right
They balance on a lever
Like a seaside seesaw
Pebbles of various sizes
Littered across the shores
Watching your footsteps
Clouds surround
The smoldering sun above
Too afraid to shroud it
Not the most picturesque
Nor very skillfully sketched
But it suffices all the same
This freshly crafted page
On drawing block beach.
Varna