Caught in a moment
by time in a rock
To this creature of the deep
it must be a shock
The old sea snail rests
by the sands of the bay
stoic and silent
with nothing to say
It’s given up swimming
in the waters of blue
nested in th’ rock face
with others there too
In its time our dear seasnail
had plenty to say
but its not with its cousins
in the water of the bay
Its encased in the stone
on the shore (known as lime)
that built up in th’past
(or prehistoric time)
But the children on the shore
to the sand dunes they flock
to see sea-snail resting
in its home in the rock
The Inkwell 
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