I leant this poem in 2nd class. I still remember it 🙂
At the Sea-Side
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I am drawn to the sea, in times of trouble, happiness, fatigue and when energised. Growing up we had summer weekend trips to Mona Vale beach. We would get up super early, mum would pack a picnic lunch and ,excited , we would be driven to the beach. We would be home again before the midday sun became too hot.
In the spring school holiday we would head to the beachside town of The Entrance for a week. Here we would soak up the early heat of the springtime sun .
In my teens the beach became a spot to share fun times with my friends. We would catch the Manly Ferry across to Manly and sizzle our skin (supposedly to a rich brown- though I always wore lobster red well) using coconut oil or baby oil. Sunblock?? What was that??
Then, my holiday destinations were to beach resorts- the Gold Coast and Whitsundays in particular. Now I live by the ocean. I’m not a big fan of sand these days. I now prefer sitting watching it from the comfort of a cafe or bench . I don’t mind walking along the wave line on the sand but I’m a little wary of what might inhabit the depths.
I have put together this photo collage of what the sea means to me.
What are your thoughts on the sea?