While We Wait for Robots to Clean Beaches

In coastal dreams, where the ocean sings,
PBC’s volunteers, a change they bring.

With 1,412 cleanups, strong and true, 
Transforming shores, a dedicated crew.
Trash, a staggering 38,075 pounds, 
Recycle, 2,633, a ripple resounds. 

Cigarette butts, 241,387 so wrong,
Because on the beach, they don’t belong.

4,217 students, the future’s embrace, 
Learning about marine pollution and nudibranch grace.
In 316 hours, service hours approved, 
Piles of trash from the streets they removed.

This Thanksgiving, ‘Waves of Gratitude’ we send, 
To PBC, on them, we depend. 
Donate now, let oceans thrive, 
In their care, our planet will survive.

Poem created by AI and edited by humans.