Beside the Sea


At the Sea-Side

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.

–Robert Louis Stevenson, A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES

It wasn’t the sea. We live in Indiana. It was Center Lake in Warsaw. And the spade wasn’t wooden, but still…look at that smile! (You can click on the thumbnail for a larger image.)


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