At the Sea-side

At the Sea-side

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.

- Robert Louis Stevenson

Tonight I finally looked at my copy of Robert Louis Stevenson's A Child's Garden of Verses and Underwoods. I've had the book for a while. But I can't believe I hadn't read it before now, though I'd heard of some of the poems in the book from a CD we have. I have to read them to Ro. He loves stuff like this and I don't want him to miss out! Stevenson's poems are better than some other poems for children that he and I had been reading.