Seashell Poem by John Shea

It was going in and out with the tidal surge
My mind said grab it
I put it to my ear
I heard the oceans roar
Then I heard more
An Aargh ye mateys turn to the west
The islands await us and we cannot rest
Storms they await us
This is no jest
I know this is true
My mollusk knows best
We sailed into the horizen
Captain with my shell glued to his ear
He shouted have no fear
My friend here is forever right
I prayed as mighty waves tossed us
I shouted for god to forgive me
My sins and the lust we planned in our plunder
Of the natives out to the west
That we would outnumber with our sabres
Our cannons and our shell
We arrived with our might
In the mid of the night
They fought as we fell
They gave us hell
Captain said go east
As he threw seashell on the beach
I learned the tale
With the shell
Plugged to my ear on that beach
I heard the oceans gentle tides
Lapping on a beautiful
Hawaiian beach.