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.


2 comments:

Martha said...

Beautiful jewels and ya gotta love the poem with them.

I'm Julia said...

Love the flip flops :-)