Along Long Island Sound
On dry sand
seashells like ivory,
attract the eyes of young wanderer.
On barefoot,
searching amid fragments
of the ones so raveged by sandstorms.
Gently brushed
by the afternoon breeze,
he stoops down and touches them with wonder.
These pretty
seashells have spots and lines...
they are found along Long Island Sound.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
