John Squires Poet Rhyme

Sam, Sam the Seashell Man

Sam, Sam the seashell man
Picks up shells in the soft white sand
Every day he walks the shore
Finding always more and more
Purple shells and pink and blue
Shells of nearly every hue
He walks the beach in morning light
And he walks again when nearly night
Little shells and pointed ones
Ruby shells like pearly suns
Every one a special gem
Made by the Master for His friend
His treasures all are kept in store
To give away to get some more
When little children come his way
He gives them shells to bless their stay
Hear the ocean in the shells
It’s captured waves and ocean swells
You hold a treasure in your hand
Sweet memories of the beach and sand
They are blessings from the seashell man

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Jan Allison February 9, 2015 at 3:57 AM such a charming write John - love the imagery:-) i live five minutes from a sandy beach - very few shells to be found:-( Hugs jan xx Jan Allison February 10, 2015 at 6:31 PM Thank you for that sweet comment:-) hugs Jan xx John Squires February 10, 2015 at 6:29 PM Thanks Jan. You are a blessing. Glad you enjoyed it. The best to you.