Poem: Shells Collecting, After the Storm

P1070404“So many shells
on the beach —
Unusual for summer”

“The hurricane
churned them up”

We walked on
past parallel
Rows of high
and low tide
Deposits of sand,P1070413
rocks and shells.

The Bay’s cauldron
had boiled over,
With the storm,
dislodging and
Exposing shells —
usually hidden
For the season.

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About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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7 Responses to Poem: Shells Collecting, After the Storm

  1. Mother Suzanna says:

    Lovely thoughts in your poem to start the day with. I love “shell gathering”.

  2. The Vicar says:

    Thanks for sharing the side of hurricanes that don’t make the evening news with beautiful pictures and prose. Now we know “the rest of the story”.

  3. Different for you…I like it! Great photos too.

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