Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poetry Thursday

At the Sea-Side
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.
by Robert Louis Stevenson

1 comment:

Endment said...

Love this!
I keep looking for the little girl that fits the shoes :)