Playing like children...

Today is my Poetry Passage day, and I have chosen e.e. cummings. I love this poem and it is so good to always remember to view the world from the eyes of a child. I also just finished Ray Bradbury's "Farewell Summer" which typically has the same message.

Last night Bill and Lida and Philip and I went back to the beach searching for the Aurea Borealis. I think the night was even more brilliant than the night before. We couldn't help but go down to the water to kick up the waves which were twinkling with the phosphorescence.

We played like children.

maggie 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)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea

e.e.cummings

I took this photo while walking on the early morning beach.