maggy and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly
she couldn't remember her troubles,
and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:
and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea
~
e. e. Cummings
7 comments:
Wonderful poem and illustration - quiet summer days at the beach....... if only.
a sweet beach scene, peaceful and full of memory. xo
Deann - I rember all those long days at sea by this piece.
So great playing, like every time.
Stay safe & best wishes Katrin
Beautiful art piece and great quote Deann.
love your postcard, thanks for joining this challenge
Beautiful card and wonderful inspiration poem.
This is beautiful and the poem is lovely. I wish I was playing at the beach. Maybe one day soon!
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