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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

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Date: 1/30/2019 2:35:00 PM
Awe this is an amazing poem! Takes me back to memories of being with family at the sea. :)
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Tania Kitchin
Date: 1/30/2019 4:14:00 PM
thank you Chantelle!
Date: 1/18/2019 3:25:00 PM
engaging write reminding me of anne linderg's ' gifts from the sea,' tania... well done!... huggs
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Tania Kitchin
Date: 1/18/2019 4:02:00 PM
Thank you, I was going to enter it into a contest and then saw it was over the line limit, thanks for stopping by Nette!