The sound of the sea could be heard in my seashell. Sometimes little Jenny said, "Grandma, the sea sounds good today." Sometimes the sea could be heard racing ahead, full of excitement, and occasionally the sea could not be heard at all. Sometimes Jenny said, "Grandma, the sea sounds upset." When the sea sounded upset, Jenny usually explained why. I still keep that seashell.
the blue moonshine
Published in The Unseen Wind: British Haiku Society Haibun Anthology 2009, Lynne Rees and Jo Pacsoo (Editors), British Haiku Society.