Pebbles...

 i spent my summer with my family,  drawing on rocks and then leaving them on the beach for others to find.
i think there is something magical, especially for children, to find something special on the beach.



Just like buried treasure..

Sprinkle, squish between my toes, 
The smell of ocean to my nose. 
I can feel each grain of sand, 
It falls from air into my hand. 
The shells I find along the shore, 
Picked up by birds that fly and soar. 
They sparkle like the ocean's waves, 
And carry sand from all the lakes. 
I walk along the tip of the sea, 
That’s where my feet leave prints to be. 
I walk all the way to the end of the land, 
The land that holds this beautiful sand.

~ morgan swain ~ Sandy Beaches ~