Tuesday, May 5, 2009

At the Sea-Side

At the Sea-Side
by 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.


Martha said...

Beautiful jewels and ya gotta love the poem with them.

I'm Julia said...

Love the flip flops :-)