A forgotten line

It has been a strange time. I haven’t really had that January enthusism which ususlly hits me. Ideas for crafts or perhaps a clearing out session.

This January there has been nothing. It is as if there is a need tobe. Just to be. To be and read and read different genres.

Then I remembered a poem I had come across a few years ago. It was by Susan Coolidge the author of the books “What Katy Did” and “What Katy Did Next”. I had been unaware that she had also writen and published poetry.

Her poem “On the Shore” came to mind as I was stiring a pot of soup this evening.

The punctual tide draws up the bay,
  With ripple of wave and hiss of spray,
And the great red flower of the light-house tower
  Blooms on the headland far away.