Shell Phone

Strolling the beach one day, a magnificent shell I happened to see. I picked it up and held it to my ear - just out of curiosity - To see if the old wives tale was true that it could speak to me! Behold! 'Tis true! What fantastic tales it spewed forth from the sea! I heard waves lapping gently against a sailboat as through the sea it tore, And the mighty roar of breakers crashing upon a distant shore! I eavesdropped on a pod of gossiping whales cruising at their leisure, And I could swear I heard phantom pirates arguing o'er lost treasure! I heard the battles' roar of mighty armadas in their quest for victory, And the screams of heroic men slipping 'neath the waves to spend eternity! I heard the groan of majestic ships breaking apart plunging to the deep. I even heard the final SOS of the Titanic before it took its tragic leap! I heard the chanting of old sea dogs as they plied the bounding main, And their pleas for God's mercy as they sailed his treacherous domain! I heard the wind shrieking through the rigging of the dashing Cutty Sark, As she sped through the Roaring Forties, those straits so very startk! I was startled to hear sergeant major fish count cadence as if on parade, And the amorous beckoning coo of a charming, yet illusive mermaid! Could it be that these mysterious things I heard were just an aberration? Perhaps, but what a change from my boring cell phone communication! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved