Tumbled across the land and sea...nature's spiral in ecstasy. The ride was often good to me... My surface scratched with chips revealed do not reflect the pearls of my life. I often felt the approaching footsteps in the sand as man contemplated the decision. My surface was not the shell of choice as it did not sparkle or hold the voice.
A muffled sound I remember it well... as a child approached...I could feel him swell. A squeal of excitement uttered at his fine. Another voice said...never mind! I offer a message to him as well...Hold me now ...I'll never tell. .
In one swift movement...I was off the sand ...he lifted me for inspection with his precious hand. Quietly he slipped me into his pocket. Featherstone 12/1/10
