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.
from Sing a Song of Seasons:
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
Selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018 
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