Saturday, November 17, 2012

seaside

At the Seaside
  
~Robert Louis Stevenson
 
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
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  1. Justine of SewCountryChickNovember 17, 2012 at 3:02 PM

    This is a beautiful poem Lily. i would like to go to the beach now.

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