What happened? What really happened?
We were like children-
We knew we shouldn't have been there.
It was just like a corny old movie,
Yet it seemed so real.
The smell of salt air surrounded us
And made my senses reel.
Your arm around me was like
A soldier picking up his little girl.
The waves breaking around our feet
Were a quietly cheering audience.
The breeze from their applause messed up
My hair (no one cared).
All those stars were there just for us -
No one else.
And although the night had fallen
(And was quite dark),
We still found that starfish and returned him home.
Further along the way, I picked up a shell
Which wasn't all that pretty:
It was missing half of itself,
And was full of barnacle holes.
Colorless, it had been bleached by
Endless days in the sun and water.
But that didn't matter.
I picked up the shell and held it tight in my hand.
The next thing I knew I was home.
Alone.
I want to know - was it real?
I look over to my window,
Hoping to the find the truth,
And between the early rays of dawn,
I caught a glimpse of the shell.
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.
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