Posts
There
is a place
where
sand dollars
are found
resting whole
gently
washed by waves
others wear
broken beauty
still lovely
while
slowly being
crushed
into
sand
Monday, March 8, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~ George Bernard Shaw
:-)
ReplyDeleteI know he knows how lucky he is.
ReplyDeletemmmm, I LOVE sand dollars. I saw a ring in Friday Harbor this weekend that had a itsy bitsy sand dollar instead of any precious stone and I really loved it. Of course is would not fit my snausage fingers, oh well. Hope your having a wonderful time!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the first time I remember seeing a beach -- about age 5, Mississippi Gulf Coast. We found sand dollars.
ReplyDeleteI just discovered your blog and I am so glad I did. What wonderful gems can be found here. Thank you for your poetry.
ReplyDeleteMy honey and I play "Try to get out of the car before I goose you in the butt!" It turns every single outing into a gut busting, tears streaming down your face adventure! I am surprised no one has called the cops on us for all the uproar we create!!!!
ReplyDelete