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...

I cannot fathom your age. Silent. Yet so many stories. Are they waiting To be told? The water in the stream Sings them. The waves Let...

sea birds coo ocean fog perturbs seashells sun greets dawn By Laura Breidenthal In her mind’s eye, Mel could see a perfect image of...