Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,
And fast I gather, but by bit,
The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.
The wild waves reach their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I.
~ “The Sandpiper” by Celia Thaxter [verse 1]
love these little guys–whenever I see them running by this little song in my head plays along with their quick little steps. also, love the toning on the middle ones!