Along the shore the seashell hides
It’s tossed about by feckless tides
There polished by the caustic sands
To fit into small childish hands,
And with each one they will dream on
Imagining some marathon
Of voyages across the seas
In their shell crafts upon the breeze.
Oh what a tale adventure spells
And how much joy the journey tells
As children dream while magic spins
Their seashell ride into the winds !
