
Shell tree


Art, Music & Architecture


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I’ve always had a nickname,
Sandy is that name,
It hasn’t brought me fortune,
It hasn’t brought me fame.
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A hurricane was named after me,
October two hundred twelve,
A week arrived, before Halloween,
What followed I will not delve.
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A name that puts me at ease,
Despite the havoc caused,
Manhattan was left in shambles,
The city had to pause.
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Here I am before you,
Guitar across my knee,
Reminding you of a storm,
And the power of the sea.
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Lyrics by Sandy Ross Bender



The Sand Dollar
Walking around the curve of beach
The light house still far to the west
Out over seemingly endless dunes
An infinite distance reminding me
Of the poet who observed that
Beyond mountains
Were more mountains,
Soon after my companion turned back
I accepted the futility of continuing
But in my turning around
Circumventing the ocean’s horizon
Looked down upon a treasure trove of shells
Glittering beneath my feet,
There in the curls of seaweed
I found a sand dollar
Smooth and round
Ten pine like needles radiating
The image of the moon
Which would soon appear
Over the darkening sea