Shingle

Beach shacks at the south end of North Hampton Beach, this morning

I'd like to retire there and do nothing,
or nothing much, forever, in two bare rooms:
look through binoculars, read boring books,
old, long, long books, and write down useless notes,
talk to myself, and, foggy days,
watch the droplets slipping, heavy with light.

- Elizabeth Bishop

Comments

[Nan]

Oh, I love the poem, and the photo is just perfect. Beautiful.

[Amy]

Thanks, Nan.

[Gina Carey]

Those little shacks are one of my favorite things about our beach. Although really, aren't there a million wonderful things there? The poem works perfectly with the image.

[Amy]

Gina, some of the shacks look nice and spruced up with new paint and shingles.

[Loretta]

Me, too! Me, too!

It is my idea of heaven.

[Sonia Mascaro]

Lovely poem!
Very nice cabins!

[boo]

I may have to steal this and call it "my Motto"