The first item wasn't exactly fun (ok, it was our first piece of memory work), but I thought it captured, so nicely, the fond memories of our recent vacation to Lake Michigan.
At the Sea-Side
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.
The spade is now plastic, but some things never change.
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