It seems the beach continues to offer me new friends to chat with. This morning it was a crab, who made me jump when s/he moved just as I drew near. I was glad though, that s/he stopped so I could take her photo and wish her a good morning before she scuttled away.
So, of course, there’s a poem, because it’s Poetry Friday:
Now I’m off to think about the crab’s reply might be.
Have a great St Patrick’s Day, and don’t forget to check out the Poetry Friday round-up, which today is hosted by Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge.
I think all these creatures enjoy meeting you because you always respect their point of view! Terrific poem. I am going through beach-withdrawal, as our local beach (a state park) is STILL closed after Hurricane Matthew last Oct. I think they are hoping to reopen for summer. So double-thanks for the crabby beach-fix!
Lovely little rollicking crab poem Sally, Thanks!
Nice little rhyme. I like these conversations you have with things at the sea.
Love these little chit-chats, Sally! Keep them coming.
Ha! I imagine that Ms. Crab might not feel like staying with you for tea….unless it’s for a bite of your big toe! I love your conversations with the beach and the sea. Considering I’m surrounded by mushy piles of snow that are currently being rained on, the beach just sounds soooooooooo inviting. Even if Ms. Crab is there to startle me.
Have a great week. I look forward to seeing who you’ve talked to next time.
I’m surprised your little friend stuck around for that one, Sally – but I’m glad s/he did!
What a fun poem! I’m glad that crab paused long enough for you to get a picture before scuttling back to the sea.
Delightful image poem, Sally-winter is so entrenched on Long Island that I created an ode poem to summer sand just to remind me of the warmth of the shore.