the shell

 My shell poem

The Shell swam gracefully across the water then he worked up on the sand. The shell wakes slowly down the beach.The shell finds a friend and plass with him.The shell dances on the  steel sand. The shell is happy, it ‘s getting a haircut. 

Chopp chopp his hair and he goes to show his friend and his friend says it ‘s cool. Then he builds a sand castle  as tall as himself. There is a mote and a window  and other things too .The shell wander ‘s of and finds a pointy stick he uses it like a pencil and drose a unique picture of himself.