This youngster certainly has his or her head screwed on straight!!  I would
**Really** like to be around on the day he or she discovers Pectens ;--}.

i think the reason nobody responded to this so far is because it puts to shame
99% of the shelldogerel this list has seen so far!! (of course, a little levity
is always welcome, so don't anybody thing twice before perpetuating bad puns an
dubious rhymes on all us conchlers!)

From the Wilds of New Scotland,
ross.

Below is a poem sent to me by a very young shell collector, thought I would
share it with the list
Andrew


The Volute

Wavy sands with
ebb tide play as
nightlife fills
Australian bays.

Tide is low,
sky grows dark;
love sweet shells
from daylight
tomb embark.                  Pristine souls,
                                       no malace strewn,
                                       in search of love
                                       with nightime moon.

Volutes, arrive in
currents of bliss;
proclaiming God's love
in sunlight remiss.

Awakened by false light,
volutes are in shock
as man's unkind fingers
pluck, dig and prod.

Protoconch child,
too big for his shell;
is abused like a child
in humanity's hell.

                                lost to the greed of
                                tomorrows now past;
                                the babies not here
                                to pass on to the rest.

Take what you need;
love what you have:
the rest belong
to Austrailian sands.

Shelllove,SCN