Three Brothers
At the Seaside
Robert Louis StevensonWhen 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.












At the Seaside
Robert Louis StevensonWhen 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.
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Love the pic, love the poem. We were at the shore this weekend, too. Having trouble uploading pics, but hope to post them soon.
I bet you had it a little warmer.
I look forward to seeing your pictures.