Joe came to the door, a huge smile on his face,
mischief in the air.

He told us something had happened down at the river
and we needed to come see. Our mother agreed.

We followed him down the hill,
through the meadow to the riverside,
excitedly chattering—
What is it? What could it be?
Our mother close behind.

Our spirits lifted;
we couldn’t believe our eyes.
The shore was covered in seashells, far and wide.

We asked how it could be,
and Joe said he just found it like this—
no trace of why or when.

We were granted permission
to explore, to touch, to gather.

Now I know Joe brought the ocean to us.
We’d never been.
He inspired our hearts
to wish—and receive.

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