The Seashell

June 17, 2009
By Rachel Hayford BRONZE, Snoqualmie, Washington
Rachel Hayford BRONZE, Snoqualmie, Washington
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Why did you choose me?
As I sat there in the sand
I’d traveled far and high and low
to beautiful exotic lands

But the tides chose that I should wash up here
on this beach so very long
where you of all people chose me of all seashells
to listen to my ocean waves song

I sing of the places the beauty I’ve seen
the colors the places the people
from the darkness in the ocean to the shining sun
these waves are my church and the sand is my steeple

I’ve only known the natural things
that God has put here on this earth
and then you came, and chose me
I wish to thank you for making me feel worth

Compared to the wondrous things I have seen,
a seashell is so ordinary
but you heard my song and picked me up
and so I will be grateful to you for caring

The author's comments:
This poem is written from the perspective of the seashell and how significant its "life" really is, even if it can seem so ordinary to us.

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