Sea Shell
By Ellie B
It was a sunny day, out on the bay
For the water was not grey
Kept in a jar
It was quite bizarre
A glistening shell
That rang some bells
A memory of wells
That are kept to tell
The fragile piece
Kept to seek
A gift from Mum and Dad
No one can really add
Held by me
Its curves be
The cold and bold
Will forever be
Silver stripes
That's what I like
A lifelike story
From an adventures category.