My Friend With The Cockle Shell on His Back

My Friend With The Cockle Shell on His Back

A Poem by Sarah Nicole Nadler
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I met a friend today
Upon a fairy way
He invited me in
To the cockle shell he carried on his back,
Saying, “I couldn’t ask for a better shack!”

Quite blithe was he
Traveling gypsy and free
With a cockle shell he carried on his back.

Me, I’ve always been rather shackled to stone,
Living in castles and apartments alone;

Yet he, though traveling ‘round and wild
Stepping through leaves like a care-free child
Marching along sunlit moss-covered paths
Without heat or ovens, shunning all baths,
Seemed happier in his Waldenly ways,
Than I, on even the happiest days.

When I said so, he offered to take me along
How I yearned! for that path,
As though a fairy song,
Were dancing through my veins like a Pied Piper beat,
Begging me, Oh the people I’d meet"
The gypsies, the hikers and oh so much more!

If only I’d a cockle shell on my back,
There’d be adventures for sure.
“I’ve an extra here,” his voice enticed me,
Oh, the beauty, the lands that I knew I would see!

I keep that old cockle on a shelf nearby
For some day hence when I’ll salute goodbye,
And, donning it onto my back, set out to find--
New paths that the fairies have left behind.

© 2018 Sarah Nicole Nadler


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This is a great write. I wish I had a shell to crawl into sometimes, the solitude, the silence. Alone time.

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Added on April 5, 2017
Last Updated on May 20, 2018
Tags: Fantasy, hitchhiker, travel

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Sarah Nicole Nadler
Sarah Nicole Nadler

Sheridan, OR



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Sarah Nicole Nadler (1987) grew up in the Rockie Mountains of Golden, Colorado. She was a storyteller from a young age, sharing the fruits of her imagination with her younger sisters as bedtime storie.. more..

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