From Jill Badonsky’s (of Nine Modern Muses and a Bodyguard) latest newsletter came some fun little verse.  It is by e.e. cummings (of lower-case only fame LOL) and just charmed me.
“maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
millie befriended a stranded star
who’s rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.”

Children Playing on the Beach, by Mary Cassatt