Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,
And fast I gather, but by bit,
The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.
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love the poem we say it in my school its very new to me keep up the good work
An insightful rendition nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation..
I just discovered a handwritten copy of this poem by my Great Aunt Bertha, who would be 150- something years old. It has great meaning to me, as Sandpipers have always been my favorite part of the beach. They seem to come from nowhere, and skitter across the sand, then they are gone!
what was the poems main idea i mean what was the poem is all about
It's been over 72 years & was watching a movie with a beach scene & could still recite