Thursday, August 4

A Poem for Thursday.

Not Getting Wet

The wet dress
warm sand running through her fingers
tiny shells
unprecious stones.

No point in being
by the sea and
not getting wet.


5 comments:

  1. That's a sweet poem and it fits so well with the girl on the beach. This reminds me of myself when I was a little girl looking for amber... or just a pretty stone - or a thunderstone! But I still do. Don't you?
    Grethe ´)

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  2. Grethe...you are so right...I had a talk to myself last weekend about the shell and stone collection and how it was getting to be ridiculous
    and it had to stop...but that was before I ventured back on the beach and saw the sweetest little pink shells!!!

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  3. I love that picture of Izzy! The poem too! xxx <3

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  4. Oh yes, I always have to at least dip my toes in, but I usually end up looking for treasures too.

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