Saturday, November 12, 2011

All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;


I turned and looked another way,
And saw three islands in a bay.



So with my eyes I traced the line
Of the horizon, thin and fine,


Straight around till I was come
Back to where I'd started from;


And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood."


~ Edna St. Vincent Millay






I had this poem, and thoughts of my beloved Maine home and the rocky beaches in my mind as Shannon was created~ she has kept a very special seashell from a cherrished beach combing to fasten her kerchief~ she would love to meet you Monday next, at 7pm on the TDIPT Mercantile~






1 comment:

Barbara said...

Can't wait to see her!
LY, Mom