a billion an one times that again as I walked the beach the shapes of stones under my feet, a drizzled rain the whole time came. . yet it didn't as the waves slapped the shore an the water it crested into white cap's roll, fossils an quartz with infinitive hue a wave caught my foot an found my dry sock, thirty minutes of this today. . . . . then, back to work:)
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Working on a cottage has it's attributes:) I wanted to share this time I had today with you all:)
:) my pleasure Ama, even with the rain it was a great thirty minutes:)
andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKOct 28, 2009
In a way I envy you that thirty minutes......because I live with it, I tend to take it for granted sometimes......but don't get me wrong I still love it.....and a lovely poem.....thankyou bentlee....
I understand exactly what you said my friend, an can relate, ty so much for all your meaningful posts my friend:)
aware3navarre, Florida USAOct 29, 2009
Sounds like a wonderful bliss filled rainy day, n like ama I too can smell the sea air, n hear the waves slap the shore-as u put it ! Thanks Bentlee, n what fun u must b having over there. Blessings aware3
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