She collected seashells, I collected sand

She collected seashells,

I collected sand

She searched for the perfect one,

I reached down my hand

 

I carried a bucket,

a basket she did whirl

Mine was filled with tiny grains,

hers, mother of pearl

 

She came out each morning,

me, just late at night

She adored the sunrise,

I loved the moon light

 

Then one day it happened,

my alarm clock didn’t ring

I woke to a rising sun,

it was the weirdest thing

 

I ran down to the shoreline,

my bucket in my hand

It’s then I saw her gorgeous face

while I collected sand

 

I found a perfect seashell

and watched her eyes grow wide

She held out her basket,

I placed the shell inside

 

Then she reached down before me

and gathered in her hand

I held out my bucket,

she filled it up with sand

 

And now each day and evening,

we walk along the shore

She told me that she loves me

and her I do adore

 

So if you see us out there,

strolling hand in hand

 

know...

 

she’s collecting seashells

and I’m collecting sand

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

An older one of mine but one of my favorites.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Beautiful! This makes me think of "The Gift of the Magi." There is no sacrifice in doing for the one you love. Very nice.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much my friend. I am happy you found this one.

[emily.c.]

This is such a lovely poem. I love the lighthearted imagery of walking along the beach. Sweet story of fate.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Emily.

[FGFRANKLIN]

A delightful romance written on the seashore, where dreams come true, seahorses gallop by and starfish come out at night. It sounds like the perfect match, the sand and shells. This was a great read.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Fabian.

[Soyam]

A beautiful, sweet and lovely love story... that most of us seeking for.
The sea shell and sands, these sweet small things make love more precious than expensive gifts. Loved those rhyming:)

[willweb]

Thank you my friend. This is one of my favorite poems.

[lightsong]

oh!this rings like a song to my ears, a fairytale of love, a Mermaid and her Prince. she waited and searched for the one with faith, and he waited for her with longing, as though it felt impossible to find her (the seashell and sand), crossing roads until the coincidence of fate happened. what I really like about this one, how cleverly it was written yet with the sweetest way... a sweetest thing to read first this morning. B.T.W, I believe I saw the two of You last night strolling the moon hand in hand .

[willweb]

Thank you so much my friend. I am thrilled you enjoyed this little stroll along the beach. Yes, that was us last night. : ) I appreciate you stopping by and leaving such a nice comment for me.

[John the Baptist]

Very good meter and rhyming in this one. A nice ending. But tell me, what do you do with the sand after you've collected it? I've never heard of any sand competitions.

[willweb]

Perhaps I am an hourglass repairman. : ) Thanks so much John.

[Soren]

Will this was captured my heart and soul. It ran so smooth and was not only romantic but soothingly reassuring. The rhyme was perfect as was the meter, but it was the story that took me. A perfect start and an even better ending. This one carried me away.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much my friend. I am thrilled you enjoyed reading this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sand can be quite valuable.
Especially when it fills an hour glass...showing time between a meeting and love.
beautiful piece,
j.

[willweb]

And a lot more abundant than seashells but...
Thanks Jacob

[Anonymous]

Thats such a sweet and pretty poem

[willweb]

Thank you so very much.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is so whimsical I loved it 😍 beautiful

[willweb]

Thanks so much Julie.