Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

At The Sea-Side - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

Comments about At The Sea-Side by Robert Louis Stevenson

  • Bronze Star - 2,204 Points Georgios Venetopoulos (9/17/2014 4:19:00 PM)

    I like it. Simple but sophisticated. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/13/2014 12:45:00 PM)

    I like it Robert well written (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Gillian.E. Shaw (5/6/2005 12:51:00 PM)

    The first poem I ever recited in assembly at Primary School. I was very young and found it easy to remember. I was surprised because the Headmistress had never heard of it and thought I'd written it! I don't think I'd ever seen the sea! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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