Grain Of Sand

poem by: Michael Waite
Written on Jan 09, 2017

The grain of sand sits on the beach,
the oyster shell seems out of reach,
a gust of wind is all it needs,
to start a process come and see,
a slow commotion starts to brew, 
a gust of wind is coming through, 
it sweeps across the soft terrain,
and picks up the hopeful little grain,
it places it inside a shell,
a process starts it starts to swell, 
and time she starts her ticking clock,
the grain of sand was once a rock, 
and now its edges start to curl, 
with time the sand becomes a pearl. 

 

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Chris Cleverly commented:
Nice prospective
Christopher Russon commented on Sep 30, 2017 at 11:16am
Excelent way of discribing the sand developing into a pearl.
Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 12, 2018 at 10:31am
Nice little poem about the evolution of a pearl, and the way the oyster deals with an irritation......

 

 

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