maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
~~e.e. cummings
I managed to hurt my leg somehow, so no running on the beach for the past week – and I miss it terribly.
#1 by Ray on October 29, 2008 - 12:48
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Come on Ewan, are you sure it’s not the bikini girls you miss?
#2 by ewan on October 30, 2008 - 08:05
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Absolutely – before 7am is far too early for anyone besides fishermen, and it’s too cold in winter for the beach bodies to be out early. I miss Summer :-)