A feast, they came upon the shore
Left by the fury of a storm
Wild birds, they ate
Then ate some more
Cleaned from the bone
Of shells they wore
Now border tide of story lore
Shells so ever fine
Held in place by sands of time
Until a higher tide
Donald R Wolff JR (02/13/2023)
Contest Poem- Won Silver
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem