Sweet little sisters
Linger over each shell found;
Assessing whether
the newest one
just might be a little better
than the one before;
Washing the sand away
putting each precious find
into their bucket of memories
to carry home
with them at days end.
Today at d’Verse, Linda asked us to linger on the word linger, and write a Quadrille (exactly 44 words) using it in some form! My poem is about two sweet little girls we saw who were next to us at the beach last week. They were having so much fun collecting shells in the surf, they did not know anyone else existed.
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Beautiful post, Dwight! ❤ Hope your week is going well.
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Thank you Cheryl! Yes it is going very well. Hope yours is as well… I am working on my Ant story book!:>)
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What a precious capture of childhood. I must confess, even now if I see an interesting rock/shell, I pick it up.
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Thank you Linda! I do as well… I have a whole zip lock bag sitting on my deck from this last trip! :>)
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This is such a lovely poem. It brings back very fond memories of Hannaford Cove beach.
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It was such a beautiful moment to see in real time!
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It must have been!
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delightful poem full of sunshine and seaside exploits!
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Thank you Cate! They were delightful!
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Dwight,
A bucket of shells in word and picture, both tender and thoughtful. Loved it!
pax,
dora
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Thank you Dora…. I came home with mine as well!
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You haven’t been to the beach if you don’t come home with at least a handful! 😀🪣🐚🐚🐚
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:>) You are right!!
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what a lovely lingering poem and treasures that will last long after the special day you had. My shells are a comfort and each one has a special story to told…. my pile just gets bigger and bigger..
💖🌷
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That is very special indeed! Keep collecting!
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It is… always, always!❣️
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so bright and sweet –
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It was such a beautiful sight to see.
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💙 Such a sweet poem, Dwight, and who hasn’t done that at one time during childhood if you lived by the ocean or gulf coast. I still have the shells my daughters collected in a small glass keepsake box.
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They are worth more than any shop souvenir you could buy! Thank you for your kind comments!
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Indeed they are. You’re most welcome. 😊
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I love this as I would linger each shell that I find on the shores.
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Thank you Grace!
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Aww this is sooo cute and wholesome! 😍 Sometimes, we preserve these shells and use it for a certain festival in which traditional dolls are arranged in the house and guests invited (it’s the longest festival Holiday we get, called Dussehra, lasting 10 nights). Such a bad way to describe it 😅 This post just lifted my spirits. Such a catchy title too! 😍 Delightful!
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I didn’t do justice to the explanation of the festival, sorry 😅 These shells in general are beautiful memories to have at home even after the day ends 😍The girls in thr pic are precious!
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Thank you so much. They are wonderful memories. They were really cute little girls.
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You did well! Thank you… Sounds like a fund time. So glad you enjoyed the post.
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Wow, I loved this poem it brought back so many memories of the beach before COVID!!!
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Thank you very much!
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It’s the simplest things that are the most fun! Touching quadrille! 💞
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Thank you Tricia!
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In these Covid times it is refreshing to know that some things are still happening – children delighting themselves with nature’s bounty. Beautifully captured Dwight, in your quadrille.
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Thank you very much! It was beautiful to see.
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This is wonderful! I smiled all the way through it. ❤
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I am so glad you enjoyed it!
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Such a lovely poem, it brings out the innocence of the little kids and I thoroughly enjoy reading it. Its simplicity, purity and innocence at its best ❣
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful comments.
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Its always my pleasure 🌸😊
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:>)
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Love the poem and the story, I still have mine from the seaside visits.
Thank you.
Joanna
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These are childhood memories to treasure! I have memories of looking for shells with my kids: one in particular of being there with my auntie, who now has ALS and can’t make it to the beach anymore. I hope these memories help to cheer her.
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They are the best of childhood memories! Thank you Ingrid for sharing your comment!
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Beautiful poem! Superb title! 🙂
The perfect place to linger…the perfect person to linger with…nothing better than siblings at the beach making memories! 🙂 “Our memories of the ocean will linger on long after our footprints in the sand are gone.” 🙂
(((HUGS)))
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They do last long after we are home and for years to come. Thank you for your thoughtful comment. Those days are the best!
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Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem and picture, too!
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You are very welcome. I am so glad you enjoyed them.
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Lovely, Dwight. It makes me think of my children on the beach when they were small and involved in their own little world.
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Children really do enjoy each moment! No worries no cares just living in the moment. Thank you Merril. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re very welcome, Dwight.
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a perfect picture of lingering Dwight – packed with charm
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Thank you so much Laura!
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Delightful
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Thanks Derrick!
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Your poem is so lovely, Dwight, and the girls so sweet.
I can feel how happy they are on the beach, taking their time to find their
Special treasures. I still pick some favourite from beaches I visit.
From various countries my shells and little stones come.
What peace in lingering.
Miriam
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Thank you so much Miriam! You have summed this up so well. They are really involved in their search! It was a joy to watch. I appreciate your comments.
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Such a delightful activity and a precious look at childhood!
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Thank you so much! They were so fun to watch!
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You are welcome.
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Takes me right back to beach week with my two sisters, our search for shells highly competitive.
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So much fun! I am sure you had a wonderful time.
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Are these your granddaughters, Dwight?
💝
David
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No, they were with a neighboring family on the beach! But, I would claim them if i could!! :>)
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Me too 😊
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:>)
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certainly the sweetest lines, enjoyed it very much. I wish I could back the times of making sand castle. Thanks for sharing Dwight.
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So absolutely charming. I had a sister like that once upon a time.
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Thank you so much!
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🙂
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What a love capture.💦🐠
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They are precious! Thank you.
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