A sandy poem to cheer us up
A lovely fellow blogger send me this poem and I thought it might cheer us all up – is very wet and windy in the Highlands today, but only four days until I take off to Corfu with my two grown-up girls ( leaving husband behind – I do find that husbands can be a chore on holiday, much as I love him) Diana
SAND-BETWEEN-THE-TOES BY A.A.MILNE
I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.
We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor’wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.
The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.
We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor’wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.
There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.
When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor’wester blows,
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes.
Glad you liked it 🙂
quarkee
July 20, 2011 at 3:38 pm