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The Horse -unknown author

 
Sands of Time
Array of shells at Nags Head, NC
Beautiful Nags Head, NC Sunset
Lighthouse at Nags Head, NC
Footprints in the Sand
Enjoying the early morning weather at the beach
Peace and tranquility - what a blessing
Relaxing in the sun
Array of seashells on sandy beach in Nags Head, NC



I started out a simple shell - a conch, I think they called me

I knew that I was pretty - with my beautiful points up on top

My outer self was several pretty shades of brown

But turn me over and you would be amazed

The browns they faded softly into many pinks and purples

the deeper that you looked


The waves they took me out to sea

I tumbled all around

I felt myself crashing over and over again

The sea then spit me out upon the sand

only now I was in pieces


What happened to me? What would I become?
Who would want me now
that I was just a piece of my former beauty?


Suddenly I felt myself drowning once again

sucked back into the sea

tossed to and fro endlessly

The cycle it continued day after day

over and over until I had lost count


As I tried to sleep each night all I could dream of

was sea and sand, sand and sea

Was this all that life had in store for me?


Then one day - just like any other day

I found myself washed back up on the sand again

This time I felt myself lifted high up in the air


I felt the warmth of the sun upon me

And I saw the face of a little boy staring back at me

His eyes they were so bright

They sparkled with laughter


His voice was like an angel

as he sang my praises to the world

He spoke about my beauty, the many colors that he saw

and the way I felt so smooth


I didn’t understand it

I thought I was just a broken shell

What did he see in looking at me, that I couldn’t see in myself?


He held me up again and now I saw myself reflected in his eyes

Where once was just a piece of broken shell now stood

a beautiful rock washed smooth

by the Sands of Time.


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