Dromana shore

He walks the sand alone-
Stops suddenly, stoops every so often
A gem-
Older than time itself
Battered by water, sand and weather
But still a beauty
A house long outgrown-
Grey, pearl-like
He walks some more
Flicks his toe
Not any will do
It has to be just right
This one shaped like a fan
Rust, copper a hint of white
Nature in its finest moment