A Shell By An Ocean Dear Poem by eve Taylor

My memory recalls,

if it was only a day and a year,

a day I found a shell that I held dear,

skies were blue as clouds sailed like falls,

as I strolled from Stanly Park to English Bay,

from a forests path to a sandy place,

I kept myself at a leisurely pace,

it was the loveliest of a summer day,

alas it only remains a treasured memory,

for I lost my precious color faded shell,

from once where I long ago near did dwell,

although I still smile at it's beauty if only temporary.