He
wanders
barefooted
at water’s edge,
where splashing wavelets
ripple the sodden sand
which oozes ‘twixt his bare toes.
Eyes down, he searches for pink shells,
raising each one to his ear, when found,
to hear its message of far off oceans.
A contest entry
- Etheree Me Please (Contest) by Paloszoo.
625 points, ended October 6, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Seashells by KevinDunn.
550 points, ended December 2, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

