Seashell

I dance on the sands 

I am clutched in small hands 

I am always unique in my shape 

I sometimes have holes for crabs to escape 

I can vary in size from large to tiny 

I wash up on the shore, in the sun I’m shiny

I am all over the world from the east to west 

I have no way to choose which of my kind is best 

I do know; however, people are happy to find me 

I am sought after specially, as a shell of the sea

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Rebel Elaine

Tue 13th Apr 2021 01:37

Thanks Nigel and Stephen!

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 12th Apr 2021 17:44

A lovely poem.

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Nigel Astell

Sun 11th Apr 2021 01:59

Listen with care
gentle sea waves
just saying hello.

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