'Based on a true story when I was 'bout 15 years old'


It looked like

a battle zone

debris everywhere

the sky was still gray and a 

faint mist lay over the island

the wind had a 

slight pinch to it

and the sand looked 

like a ghost dancing 

over the beach

the sea had reclaimed it's 

memory and started a new 

a girl walks alone on the beach 

excited to find this new adventure 

the wall of rocks 

somehow looked different

they didn’t seem as 

strong as they

once had

laying across one was a 

piece from the ship

"trust----

down the beach a few 100 yards 

was the other half

worthy"

the houses

oh the houses

all of them

gone

that’s it

just gone 

I have never

seen an island

look so lonely

there was

nothing left

but the ocean,

the sand 

and the pillar of

rocks

as I walked along

something in the rocks

caught my eye

it was a

shell 

a beautiful shell that had withstood

the ravage of the sea

[This message has been edited by Greeneyes (edited 05-08-2001).]

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[This message has been edited by Sunnyone (edited 05-09-2001).]