The Ocean Shell
By Ben A
[not published yet]
The hot sunny days on the beach
The waves building up and crashing down
The noise of clarvaes when the shells cling together
I’m a shell lying down on the beach
I can hear all the noises of the ocean
I’m a crab-keeper with a crab squirming around getting comfortable
I’m the recorder of the ocean making crashing noises of the waves
Here comes someone he looks and smiles and treasures me in a class jar
I’m a shell of treasure
And I’m that someone