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.


  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 ´)

  2. 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!!!

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

  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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