Winter weather makes this a welcome addition to the OHWP. Thanks to 6th grader Kiri O for this fine submission! On a nice sunny day I see In a rock Thousands of tiny little sea shells Just a remnant of what they used to be A shell Smooth, tiny and brown They feel cool against my skin I grab as many as I can On the ground I see more But these were alabaster white A fine bumpy texture That felt like a massage on my finger tips I stuff at least five in to my pockets I see in the sand Pebbles that looked a bit irregular I look closer And to my joy More seashell Small smooth and pink, I grab a few of them And listen to the sounds They make when I shake them in my Closed hands Then I go home
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Evan Baker
1/11/2019 08:44:50 am
I can really imagine those shells with the imagery
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Yared McKaughan
4/3/2019 08:03:48 am
This poem makes me feel like I'm at the beach, the word choice is phenomenal!
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Victoria Munoz
4/15/2019 08:42:27 am
I love this poem because it makes me feel like I am sitting on the sand with the ocean breeze blowing on my face.
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