.5. My World Poem by David Threadgold

I was told the worlds my oyster
So looked in many shells
Dived in the deepest oceans
And tried the farmers wells

The trouble is I’m not too sure
What I am trying to find
Is it really oysters?
Or something in my mind

I’ve thought so hard to find a clue
Read books around this land
The best thing that an oyster does
Comes from a grain of sand

For many years it wraps the grain
To stop its irritation
It shapes and cleans it naturally
With constant irrigation

Until the time it’s fully formed
It’s well and truly pearled
I think I now know what they meant
Like an oyster here’s my world


© 2008 David Threadgold
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