The Lone Shell
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Mahalia Moncrieff, Grade 7, Home Schooled - VIC -
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Poetry
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2018
Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition
There it sat on the sand all alone.
Everybody always grabbed the shells that had cool patterns;
Never did they pick up the dull one that never shone.
So there it sat everyday on the sand that felt like satin.
And everyday new shiny shells would get washed up on the shore,
And then someone would find it and take it home to add to their collection.
People thought the lone shell was a bore,
And they joked that if you touched it you would get an infection.
Then one day a BIG wave crashed down and washed it clean.
Now it was the most beautiful shell anyone had ever seen.