A Little Lonely Seashell

This is a poem I wrote a few summers ago after visiting the beautiful beaches of Cape Cod. It is intended for young children.

A little lonely seashell
Sits on the banks of the shore
Waiting for some small boy or girl
To pick her up off the floor.

She watches as the tide recedes
And seagulls come out to play
And the sun that rises overhead
As she sits and wastes away.

All her life she has watched
As children race out on the dunes,
Enchanted by the salty sea
That plays such bewitching tunes.

She looks on with envy as
Other shells are picked,
Shells with prettier hues
who are more likely to be nicked.

Until one eventful day
Oh! To her delight!
Does she spot a little boy
Come toddling into sight.

As his shadow passes overhead
She sits impatiently on the sand,
Anticipating being scooped up
In his small and chubby hand.

Yet-Oh!-to her dismay,
And with a great big sigh,
Our little shell is ignored
For a hermit crab passing by!

Plucked up from his sandy home
The crab is captured in the hand
To be borne away against his will
To some new and frightful land.

And our poor little seashell;
How does she mourn, she is so sad!
She wishes with all her might
She could replace that ungrateful crab.

All alone she waits
As day turns into night,
But no one comes to rescue her
Or save her from her plight.

A little lonely seashell
Sits on the banks of the shore
Hoping the next boy or girl
Will pick her up off the floor.

 

 

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