little shell little shell, I wonder what big stories you have to tell how you fell in such glory here on sand just under my two weary feet little shell, your beauty nothing so grand you arrived well your ev’ry cell gently on land I picked you up with glee such a lovely treat
My morning routine when on holiday in Mexico is getting up with the sunrise and walking the beach for about 45 minutes. I keep an eye out for shells, which this year swam up mostly on the small beach in front of our posada. I think 2021 was the best shell collecting year ever. I found several shells I’ve never seen there before, and found, on average, a cowrie shell a day (they used to be so rare a find).
Other poems from my trip previously posted here:
These poems are also part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.