Shell Time

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The glory of the seashore – a new page with every tide.

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

28 thoughts on “Shell Time”

  1. Walking the Beach at Tramore.

    As I walked along at the edge of the bay
    On a sunny, peaceful, spring like day
    I thought of generations who had gone before
    And walked as I did this very same shore.
    The sand was smooth, untrammeled, gold
    Beach pebbles rounded as in days of old.
    Assorted seashells were strewn on the beach
    And seaweed stranded out of wavelets reach.
    The waves foamed ashore and gently regressed.
    To my ear a striped seashell I pressed.
    The sea was calm and crystal-clear.
    My thoughts wandered back over many a year–
    To when Bronze age fishermen lived in the dunes
    And locals believed they heard fairy tunes!
    Down amongst the sand dunes hidden
    Lies a prehistoric kitchen midden,
    Where history says men in days of yore
    Discarded bones and shells outside the door.

    This poem my Mother Anne Phelan reminds me of your post hope you enjoy it.

  2. I have a favorite shell that I have had since I was a child..My Mom told me to put it up against my ear and I would here the ocean roar..I believed that story for the longest time…ha I still put it up against my ear and it brings me to the seashore….I also collect shells, living down in Marshfield MA for a couple of years, I had access to the beaches. After a “NorEaster” storm the shore would be a mass of seaweed, rocks, and shells along with drift wood..Natures’ treasure trove.

  3. When I was younger, I was all about the shells on a beach. Funny now how the stones are what interest me, and I have jars full of stones from different beaches, with just one or two shells occasionally. ๐Ÿ™‚

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