It’s been a hell of a week. I swear, it’s like George R. R. Martin and Joss Whedon decided to write the script for this first month of the new year (and I sure hope they replace the writers for next season… I mean, month). Rather than focus on all the good people we lost, and the never-ending stream of bad news in the media, I decided to share something that made me laugh longer and harder than I probably should have.
Whilst perusing my social media this morning, I stumbled upon a poem called, “Buttprints in the Sand.” After I regained my composure (and apologized to our dog for scaring him), I began to search the interwebz, but all I could find out about the author is that she or he adapted it from another anonymous (but more well known) poem.
There’s a bunch of graphics out there with the poem, but I decided to use one of my own photographs. So here it is, paired with a picture of Niles Beach in Gloucester, MA that was taken in March of 2015. Hope you enjoy!
NOTE:January 2oth, 2020 – I redid the graphic above for this post. Still chuckling like crazy over it, four years later. 😊