She collected seashells, I collected sandA Poem by willwebShe
collected seashells, I collected
sand She searched
for the perfect one, I reached
down my hand I carried a
bucket, a basket she
did whirl Mine was
filled with tiny grains, hers, mother
of pearl She came out
each morning, me, just
late at night She adored
the sunrise, I loved the
moon light Then one day
it happened, my alarm
clock didn’t ring I woke to a
rising sun, it was the
weirdest thing I ran down
to the shoreline, my bucket in
my hand It’s then I
saw her gorgeous face while I
collected sand I found a
perfect seashell and watched
her eyes grow wide She held out
her basket, I placed the
shell inside Then she
reached down before me and gathered
in her hand I held out
my bucket, she filled
it up with sand And now each
day and evening, we walk
along the shore She told me
that she loves me and her I do
adore So if you
see us out there, strolling
hand in hand know... she’s
collecting seashells and I’m
collecting sand © 2023 willwebAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on January 3, 2023 Last Updated on January 3, 2023 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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