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Emma G
Plain Old Oyster
Anonymous
There once was an oyster, whose story I’ll tell
Who found that some sand, had gotten into his shell
It was only a grain, but gave him great pain
For oysters have feelings, although they are plain
Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
“No”, he said to himself, “Since I cannot remove it”,
I’ll lie in my shell, and think how to improve it”,
The years rolled around, as the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate destiny …. stew.
Now the small grain of sand that had bothered him so,
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow,
This tale has a morale, for isn’t it grand,
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
Think…what could we do, if we’d only begin,
With some of the things that get under our skin
I like this short poem because it has a point; "a grain of sand" is a problem and even though the problem is very small it still hurts a lot. I find it inspiring because it makes me think that you might have a problem that is not going to go away so you just have to live with it and try to improve it. My favourite line of the poem is “Now the small grain of sand that bothered him so was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow.” I like the word "aglow", as it sounds extravagant and very shiny.
Poetry is like a stain in your heart, it will never leave.