Shells In Rock

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Title:     Shells In Rock
Author: Elizabeth Madox Roberts [More Titles by Roberts]

I've been along the quarry road,
And I have watched men digging wells,
And everywhere it was the same--
The stones were full of little shells.

And they are packed away in rock;
They're under sand and under clay;
And some one said that they were left
When the ocean went away.

I saw them in the stones that make
A church, and in a bridge.
They're hidden in the solid rock
But they show along the edge.

You see them in foundation stones;
They show in creeks and waterfalls;
And once I saw them on the jail--
More little shells in walls.

We walk on them when we walk on roads;
And they're packed under all the hills.
Suppose the sea should come back here
And gather up its shells.

[The end]
Elizabeth Madox Roberts's poem: Shells In Rock

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