Shells all over and I'm holding one
Curled in a spiral waiting
Waiting 'till it thinks I'm gone
I'm patient for it to emerge
Slowly it slimily slides on my palm
Leaving it's trail of goo behind
I touch one eye and it slinks back in
I touch the other; it does the same
I smile at my fun with my slippery friends
Until my big brother brings salt
8 comments:
I spent much time on the beach so see many shells, loved your poem Marjorie.
Yvonne.
Yikes! Poor wee snail. Kids are ruthless aren't they! Good poem...
Jan Morrison
Nice poem and very sensitive. Greetings
Oh! run from brother! Boys can be so rotten! I saw that slug trick once and saved them ever after. Even gross bugs don't deserve that!
I love snails! Why are some boys so ready to destroy? (one of mine included!)
happy s day =)
Oh, that takes me back! I spent many childhood hours doing just that. Poor li'l fellows.
Snails are so cute aren't they, with their tiny little eyes on the ends of antennae. (Is that what they are called antennae?)
I love seeing them poke out and then back in.
Boys are made of snails and puppy dog tails..right?!
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