cave me
this picture reminds me of a poem:
I pulled my boat up the sand bank
and tended my net by the light of the moon
walking towards my hut I could see
the flickering of candle light
I wiped the sand from my feet
and pushed the wooden door aside
I was home.
I pulled my boat up the sand bank
and tended my net by the light of the moon
walking towards my hut I could see
the flickering of candle light
I wiped the sand from my feet
and pushed the wooden door aside
I was home.
posted by Bertissimo at 9:05 PM
1 Comments:
Dig the poem! Reading it, I even wiped my feet against each other to get the sand off.
Then, the teacher at the desk next to me said "why don't you have any shoes on?"
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