by Amber V Moonstone
Sunday, May 03, 2009
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Seashells, are part of the Earth's shoreline, they just keep on coming back.
Photo: Finding Seashells, Nancy Cole
by Amber "V" Moonstone
May 3, 2009
Seashells found on early morning walk
picked up to be saved by children
delighted in the colors and textures
they are a child's treasure.
Do they really know why they are there?
My guess is probably not.
Some sea creature has lost it's home
and lies forever in the sea.
We treasure a conch shell
for it keeps the sound of the ocean
within an ear's shot,
or it can become a cameo or a horn.
A large clamshell is a delight,
Sometimes just white.
A resting place for lovely jewelry.
Seashells are a reminder
of our day at the shoreline,
frolicking in the ocean,
feeling carefree and happy!
Sometimes a simple treasure,
brings so much pleasure,
Reminding us of the many beautiful
ways our Mother Earth takes care of us!
Author's Note: I Dedicate this poem to my friend's Grand-daughter, Summer, she was the inspiration for this poem!
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|Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson
|Many of us take sea shells for granted. This is a wonderful reminder of their value and beauty....M ,, PS ,I never tire of the endless colors and shapes.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Wonderful writing and a wonderful reminder of days past....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Sheri Hoff
I love the ocean-thank you for taking me there in your poem.
Love and blessings,
|Reviewed by Dawn Wilson
|Amber, as a collector of sea shells, I enjoyed this!|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|beautiful poem ... i have a large collection of shells myself ...|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Amber, seashell are the envelopes of the many letters coming from afar wanting from you just a little answer.
|Reviewed by Denise Edwards
|I agree with every word here! a great sentimental write, Amber! How are you these days? Hope all is well with you!|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|You are so right, a trip to the beach and picking up sea shells, beach rocks and driftwood has always been my favorite thing to do when my daughter was little and now I still love doing it with my grandchildren. Life cycles from the sea forever.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Faantastic poem Amber! I love seashells,and miss collecting them. I have one from New Zealand swirls upward like a pyramid with prfectly placed lines of brown dots. You'd never believe it was a shell. Thanks for reminding me of former pleasures;-)
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Seashells are a love of mine....they bring the ocean near when I am far,,,and oh so many meomories! This is soooo beauiful
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|I love this light and carefree poem. How many of us have wandered along beaches looking for "pretty" seashells? I've certainly collected my share. Very nice write, Amber.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i love the truth and sensitivity of this|