A Sandpiper Near San Diego On My Birthday, January 15, 2013 — Image by kenne
The Sandpiper.
Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,
And fast I gather, bit by bit,
The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry
The wild waves reach their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I.
Above our heads the sullen clouds
Scud, black and swift, across the sky;
Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds
Stand out the white lighthouses high.
Almost as far as eye can reach
I see the close-reefed vessels fly,
As fast we flit along the beach,
One little sandpiper and I.
I watch him as he skims along,
Uttering his sweet and mournful cry;
He starts not at my fitful song,
Nor flash of fluttering drapery.
He has no thought of any wrong,
He scans me with a fearless eye;
Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong,
The little sandpiper and I.
Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night,
When the loosed storm breaks furiously?
My driftwood fire will burn so bright!
To what warm shelter canst thou fly?
I do not fear for thee, though wroth
The tempest rushes through the sky;
For are we not God’s children both,
Thou, little sandpiper, and I?
— Celia Thaxter.
A Most Happy Birthday to you, my friend, and many many happy returns,
Pit
Thank you. 80 blessed years.
Hope you have the greatest day, on your birthday! and many days to come!
Wishing you Happiness, Good Health, and a Great Year Ahead.
Fantastic image, kenne! Love the Sandpiper!
Beautiful poem!
“For are we not God’s children both,
Thou, little sandpiper, and I”?