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SEASHELLS
Wandering along the sea shore
with the one I love,
The wind wafting my hair aloft,
sea birds calling above,
The sky a vivid blue, the sun
a ball of warm flame,
Two hearts united, as slowly,
barefoot, we came
To some tangled dark seaweed
on the sandy beach,
And mingled with the mass of green,
seashells of pretty peach.
They were like jewels embedded deep in a
glorious seaweed gown,
We both at the same moment stopped
and then bent down.
Each seashell perfect, some twisting
perfect cornucopia,
Others tightly closed, lips like petals
of a deep pink fuchsia.
We knelt, hands touching in the wet,
cool undulating sand,
Reaping the bounties of the seas from
some distant land.
They now are part of my memories
trove of treasure,
The colours never fade, and often
they give us pleasure
As we remember walking barefoot
through the wet sand,
And the thrill of the seashells and
the touch of a lovers hand.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson February 6, 2003