August 14, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009—It’s been a mostly local summer for us, which isn’t bad at all–enjoying our recently adopted pooch, walking with friends, puttering in the garden, visiting the library, writing … Still, I have to say I’ve loved getting away to the beach a bit … floating in the waves, beachcombing. We don’t live so close that we can go anytime, but when work schedules allow, and weather cooperates, it’s not difficult to convince us to make the trip. It’s amazing the way a beach can change so dramatically, depending on the season, the weather, or the tide. Same place, different moods, different findings.
Here’s a kids’ poem I wrote a couple of years ago, when we visited the coast of Maine:
Where are the rocks we climbed this morning?
The snails and crabs that were here?
Where are the mucky pools for exploring?
The beach—it just disappeared!
By Martha Calderaro
Off for the weekend, but look forward to checking out all the other poetry links when I get back! This week’s roundup is over at a wrung sponge.