In response to a special request by Ms. Blueistheteacher, here are the souvenirs that we brought home from Tom's in St. Augustine, Florida.
All of these stray pieces remind me of a wonderful poem by Pablo Neruda called
Of Solitude And The Sand
On blue shores of silence
among the things the sea throws up,
let us hunt for the most petrified,
violet claws of crabs,
little skulls of dead fish,
smooth syllables of wood,
small countries of mother-of-pearl;
let us look for what the sea undid
what it broke up and abandoned,
and left behind for us...
Let us look for secret things
somewhere in the world,
on the blue shores of silence
or where the storm has passed
rampaging like a train.
There the faint signs are left,
coins of time and water,
debris, celestial ash
and the ireplaceable rapture
of sharing in the labor
of solitude and sand.