This limpet shell on sand, was home,like a great roman temple, stood high on solid granite rock,hold it to your ear,and hear, sounds of fisher women weeping and songs of sea, the shanty,a ships hull grating,creaking and splinter! and cursing from salty wind cracked lips as sea dogs scramble over ocean drenched headlands, sea hags scawer beaches and headlands in search of riches, some still attached to a cold white finger or blue veined marble like neck, wet hair clinging and pixie breath and fish scales glint in flashing rays of sunlight as clouds expose the guilty deeds of ancient aunts who scramble goat like amid seaweed and jagged rocks.