"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Monday, June 13, 2011

Magpie #69




photo provided by Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales


Sandy Memories
Shells on beach
Finger to palm
Into my pocket
Finger to palm


18 comments:

mindlovemisery said...

Very nice I love the clever simplicity

Jinksy said...

And a lovely collection you had in your photo...Riches of the ocean...

Shari Sunday said...

Pretty shells!

Deborah said...

You just can't resist pocketing a shell!

Reflections said...

Treasures found within the sands of time.

Laurie Kolp said...

Ahh... one of my favorite things to do at the beach. Lovely!

annell said...

I love collecting shells....now that I live in the desert, shells are rare....

Linda said...

I love the beach too, and finding the perfect shell.

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely. I'm craving the beach today.

Jingle said...

crispy words.
well penned.

Cheers,

Kristen Haskell said...

Humm shells such beautiful keepsakes.

Brigid said...

Lovely Magpie, makes me want to go now to the beach.

Lyn said...

I can feel the texture of the shell when reading this..

Tumblewords: said...

The beauty of shells captured so well!

Helen said...

You packed a lot of feeling and emotion into just a few words! I love this.

Stafford Ray said...

I must live as far away from where your shells were gathered as can be yet I recognise all from my own waterfront! Amazing.

~T~ said...

What beautiful shells! I love treasures that fit in palm and pocket, and wash up on the beach for free.

Lydia said...

You said it just right (and you have a great collection of shells there!).