The Seashell

Nostalgic memories when I was young Of taking long trips along the Maine coast I loved to go to the beach and have some fun When life was simple and fun was foremost It was a long ride along a windy scenic route While watching for the landmark of the dinosaur rock My parents laughed, my Father sang, it was a hoot I knew we were there by the many seagulls in flock I ran to the changing room, ready to wear my new suit It was bright purple flowered with a matching towel I felt like a model knowing I looked stylish and cute I walked down to the waves, ready to swim for a while I walked along the beach looking for colorful seashells Climbing up and over large rocks looking for beach treasures Admiring pretty pink rose bushes, taking in all the beauty and smells I spotted a large blue iridescent seashell, huge in measure It was still partially stuck and buried deep in the salty wet sand As I dug it out, and turned it over, I saw it held a tiny sea creature I decided to not keep it that day, and gave the little creature a hand I threw it back into the water, walked on looking for other shell keepers 1/18/19