CONCH
I walked into the gift shop,
Down beside the sea,
There I found a conch shell,
That conch shell set me free.
It opened up the window of the memories held inside,
Memories of days gone by,
Been lodging far inside,
Hidden in quiet corners on the back roads of my mind.
The lure of the sunshine, the sand and the sea,
picked me up and set me free.
Towards the shore I slowly walked.
As the nearer I got,
the more that I could breathe,
I could smell it and feel it.

It's too cold to paddle, no wading today,
I wonder if in winter time,
Do those tiny sand eels play.
Most of those gift shops are closed it's out of the season,
Must have been drawn there for a reason.
(c)Livvi