Who
cannot remember
those innocent times
when as children we walked
wide
beaches to find
New worlds in a seashell
washed up on the shore
the quite unexpected
we weren't searching for
Picking up seashells
as each came in sight
new worlds were discovered
we found with delight
Finding each seashell
washed up on the shore
gave us more pleasure
than could be asked for
So save your old shells
those gathered by hand
those special mementos
found buried in sand
Shells recall childhood
our grand discoveries
and shells hold a treasure
of fond memories.
© d.knape
March 8, 2016
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