Overseas Visitor
I sat alone by the sea
when a snail waved to me.
She politely asked “Is this seat free?”
“Why yes,” I said, “ certainly.”
“I've traveled forth all lifelong
seeking somewhere to belong.
I've sought wide and sought long
for a place to sing my song."
We sat a while companionably
and watched the waves absently.
When I again glanced amicably,
her abandoned shell lay silently.
Holding her empty shell to my ear.
I heard her message most sincere
Sounds of the sea resounded clear –
"Thanks to you, I sing my song here!"
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