I was at the shore and I saw him. It had been years and I thought I was dreaming. He didn’t see me but I saw him. I had missed him but I was scared. So I just sat there, waiting. Waiting for something real.
Natalia Negrete
Down there, on that misty shore
I wait
Hoping maybe you’ll come once again to meet me
Though i know you wont
It leaves me wanting more
As i wait here
On this misty shore
Russ Phillips
She sells sea shells on the sea shore; we’ve all heard that line before. What we don’t hear about, however, is the desperate woman, dressed in barely more than rags, scrabbling along the coastline in desperation of something to earn her her next meal. She is starving, helpless, on the sea shore.
Elisha
Down by the shore there were many pebbles and rocks of various colors. So many colors that my eyes had a difficulty distinguishing one from the other. I stood with my toes smooshed through the sand and could not remember why I had come down to the shore.
Connie
When I was little we went to the shore every year. Except we didn’t call it the shore. We called it the beach. But when we went to New Jersey, it was suddenly the “Jersey shore” – I never understood what the difference was between a beach in SC and a shore in NJ. I still don’t quite understand it. Perhaps it’s a southernism my parents picked up but continued using the yankee word when they referred to yankee territory?
Zhelana
“Sure,” the other man replied. “No, like beach,” the first said, trying to get his position across as succinctly as necessary. “Oh,” the other man said. “That.”
ml
One day i was in the shore and i saw a black fish, it was so beatiful that i take care of him. One day he dies and i bough a new one
When I go to the beach I stick my toes in the sand. I swim in water near the shore. The only time I see the shore is when I go to the beach with my mom and my sister and my brother. The shore is all the sand on the beach.
Shawn huey
She kept her boat close to the shore, the salt in her lungs and bits of kelp in her hair. She tugged at the ropes so that the sails could breathe a little in the night air. It was cold and dreary out; the skies were tinged with the sort of gray that was dull and mournful, as if drained of color many days ago. She could see the moon, but barely, as it hung like a limp pearl among dimmed stars.
Belinda Roddie
I think of shore when I think adopt the shore I think adopt them water and I think adopt the beach it is a good place to be in the summer and it is very fun I love the beach and I love the beach shore this is what I think about when I hear the word shore and I when I look at the cool shore and I see fish I gist want to fish and I want to just go fishing bye skyla Marie withey
Skyla m withey
When I went to the shore it was sandy and dusty. The water was cold and refreshing.When I drank the water it didn’t taste very good because it was salt water.
Charles Risdon
What I think of shore like the beach on the shore .Like I see the shore on the beach.what I think of shore is a food too.
Nicole
I think of shore as in a beach shore.a shore is not the best place to be during a tsunami and tsunami are really, really dangerous.
Wyatt
What I think of shore like the beach on the shore .Like I see the shore on the beach.what I think of shore is a island.
Nicole
When I hear the word shore I think about going on the boat because my step dad always says tell me when you get hungry so we can go to shore and get something.
Austin
The shore is a magnificent thing I love seeing the shore it is so nice to look at
Carter
Shore reminds me of a beach.i sometimes walk on a shore line.
Carsten
On the beach the shore reaches my feet on the shore I see shells that wash up on the sand.
aundrea Kelly
I think of shore when I think adopt the shore I think adopt them water and I think adopt the beach it is a good place to be in the summer and it is very fun I love the beach and I love the beach shore
Skyla
The shore was a soft pale blue color with light flakes of pink floating around. The perfect thing to paint for a memory
Axel Goulet
it sounds like your going on the shore of a beach the shore is sand
Nikolai
When you go to the shore at night you can tell that it’s very beautiful.I like to go to many different shores when I travel or when it’s summer. I like to because of the breeze,water,and many other things. It is fun to go to the shore. You should try it.
Trinity
The shore is at the beach where the sand runs in to the water .The shore is pretty much the sand that stretches next to the ocean.
Kaylee
I love shore because it reminds me of a nice day at the beach. The sound of the waves hitting the shore really soothes me and makes me feel relaxed and free from all of the stress put on my shoulder.
Braden Hilliker
The shore reminds me of a beach. A shore is like the shallow part of the beach near the sand. But it can also mean other things.
Emma
I like the word shore becuse it makes me think about the shore of an ocean
Chase Tesluck
Shore is a wave of water that you would normally find at the beach or at a ocean.
Cameron
Reminds me about the beach and ocean water.
Julia
I like the word shore becuse it makes me think about the shore of an ocean.
Chase Tesluck
I remember like it was yesterday. My first time on a beach. It was with you. And it was anything but romantic. On the northest point of Denmark on a cloudy november day. It was cold and the sand in the dunes we had to walk through to get to the shore was wet. Once we reached it, there were three dozens of dead jellyfish. I didn’t get my romantic, happy memory with you that day. Just like I didn’t get a romantic and happy life with you.
Shore up the sides, the back, and leave the front open. Today we scoop up the spent grain into totes for the farms, we won’t dump the yeast in the high strength, we won’t waste the CO2, not today. Today we brew sustainably. Today we brew for the next decades not for the next month.
Waves lap up on the hot sand. It smells like sea salt and celery salt. Dogs are barking, aluminum can tops are popping open. Summer has arrived in Chicago.
Dan Fenster
beautiful sands and a flowing sea, the tide lapping at your toes. crabs scattering on the soft sands. the moon rising over the horizon, replacing the setting sun.
She heard the waves lap closer and closer. She hugged her knees to her chest and stared out over the horizon. It was good to be back. It was familiar. But there was a deep lingering perpetual sadness about this place. It was always going to be true.
I used to abhor the beach. Who needs a tan or those stiff plastic chairs, colorful as clown shoes? Or the iffy tourists in shiny skin whose bikini’s just yell, “See Me?” Until I was nearly thirty, I never learned to appreciate the moon-cloud reflection, clipped into a thousand sky-lit reflections. Or the water, how like time, it rolled toward the shore and past, again and again, for eternity, yet never touching the exact same space twice
He walked along the shore looking out to the ocean longing for her…wishing she would come home…knowing that was the last time he would see her again. But he smiled because he knew her at least for a brief moment and somehow that was enough.
shore
across the road there’s a seashore, and across that shore, there’s an island.
She remembers because its how her dearest died, it’d swallowed up her beloved, like a jealous lover.
What else do you want with me, now?
Close to Mamma’s womb. Beautiful, a line of incandescence, of light, of the sun setting, of the earth beginning. And ending at the same time.
Dipanwita Shome
A seashell washed up on the shore. It had a come along the way, the journey had been a difficult one. The seashell’s destination had been reached, and all was at peace. Until, the ocean decided she wanted to be with the seashell a little longer, and she quickly swept the seashell away.
Shore. Offshore. Keine Ahnung, was das so richtig bedeutet. Da muss ich wohl mal Dr. Google konsultieren. Und das Wörterbuch. Ich sehe eine Ölplattform, mitte im Meer. Weitab von allem. Man kommt nur mit einem Hubschrauber dorthin. Oder mit einem Schiff. Schiff ist kompliziert wegen der Wellen.
I was at the shore and I saw him. It had been years and I thought I was dreaming. He didn’t see me but I saw him. I had missed him but I was scared. So I just sat there, waiting. Waiting for something real.
Down there, on that misty shore
I wait
Hoping maybe you’ll come once again to meet me
Though i know you wont
It leaves me wanting more
As i wait here
On this misty shore
She sells sea shells on the sea shore; we’ve all heard that line before. What we don’t hear about, however, is the desperate woman, dressed in barely more than rags, scrabbling along the coastline in desperation of something to earn her her next meal. She is starving, helpless, on the sea shore.
Down by the shore there were many pebbles and rocks of various colors. So many colors that my eyes had a difficulty distinguishing one from the other. I stood with my toes smooshed through the sand and could not remember why I had come down to the shore.
When I was little we went to the shore every year. Except we didn’t call it the shore. We called it the beach. But when we went to New Jersey, it was suddenly the “Jersey shore” – I never understood what the difference was between a beach in SC and a shore in NJ. I still don’t quite understand it. Perhaps it’s a southernism my parents picked up but continued using the yankee word when they referred to yankee territory?
“Sure,” the other man replied. “No, like beach,” the first said, trying to get his position across as succinctly as necessary. “Oh,” the other man said. “That.”
One day i was in the shore and i saw a black fish, it was so beatiful that i take care of him. One day he dies and i bough a new one
When I go to the beach I stick my toes in the sand. I swim in water near the shore. The only time I see the shore is when I go to the beach with my mom and my sister and my brother. The shore is all the sand on the beach.
She kept her boat close to the shore, the salt in her lungs and bits of kelp in her hair. She tugged at the ropes so that the sails could breathe a little in the night air. It was cold and dreary out; the skies were tinged with the sort of gray that was dull and mournful, as if drained of color many days ago. She could see the moon, but barely, as it hung like a limp pearl among dimmed stars.
I think of shore when I think adopt the shore I think adopt them water and I think adopt the beach it is a good place to be in the summer and it is very fun I love the beach and I love the beach shore this is what I think about when I hear the word shore and I when I look at the cool shore and I see fish I gist want to fish and I want to just go fishing bye skyla Marie withey
When I went to the shore it was sandy and dusty. The water was cold and refreshing.When I drank the water it didn’t taste very good because it was salt water.
What I think of shore like the beach on the shore .Like I see the shore on the beach.what I think of shore is a food too.
I think of shore as in a beach shore.a shore is not the best place to be during a tsunami and tsunami are really, really dangerous.
What I think of shore like the beach on the shore .Like I see the shore on the beach.what I think of shore is a island.
When I hear the word shore I think about going on the boat because my step dad always says tell me when you get hungry so we can go to shore and get something.
The shore is a magnificent thing I love seeing the shore it is so nice to look at
Shore reminds me of a beach.i sometimes walk on a shore line.
On the beach the shore reaches my feet on the shore I see shells that wash up on the sand.
I think of shore when I think adopt the shore I think adopt them water and I think adopt the beach it is a good place to be in the summer and it is very fun I love the beach and I love the beach shore
The shore was a soft pale blue color with light flakes of pink floating around. The perfect thing to paint for a memory
it sounds like your going on the shore of a beach the shore is sand
When you go to the shore at night you can tell that it’s very beautiful.I like to go to many different shores when I travel or when it’s summer. I like to because of the breeze,water,and many other things. It is fun to go to the shore. You should try it.
The shore is at the beach where the sand runs in to the water .The shore is pretty much the sand that stretches next to the ocean.
I love shore because it reminds me of a nice day at the beach. The sound of the waves hitting the shore really soothes me and makes me feel relaxed and free from all of the stress put on my shoulder.
The shore reminds me of a beach. A shore is like the shallow part of the beach near the sand. But it can also mean other things.
I like the word shore becuse it makes me think about the shore of an ocean
Shore is a wave of water that you would normally find at the beach or at a ocean.
Reminds me about the beach and ocean water.
I like the word shore becuse it makes me think about the shore of an ocean.
I remember like it was yesterday. My first time on a beach. It was with you. And it was anything but romantic. On the northest point of Denmark on a cloudy november day. It was cold and the sand in the dunes we had to walk through to get to the shore was wet. Once we reached it, there were three dozens of dead jellyfish. I didn’t get my romantic, happy memory with you that day. Just like I didn’t get a romantic and happy life with you.
Shore up the sides, the back, and leave the front open. Today we scoop up the spent grain into totes for the farms, we won’t dump the yeast in the high strength, we won’t waste the CO2, not today. Today we brew sustainably. Today we brew for the next decades not for the next month.
Waves lap up on the hot sand. It smells like sea salt and celery salt. Dogs are barking, aluminum can tops are popping open. Summer has arrived in Chicago.
beautiful sands and a flowing sea, the tide lapping at your toes. crabs scattering on the soft sands. the moon rising over the horizon, replacing the setting sun.
She heard the waves lap closer and closer. She hugged her knees to her chest and stared out over the horizon. It was good to be back. It was familiar. But there was a deep lingering perpetual sadness about this place. It was always going to be true.
“Shore”
I used to abhor the beach. Who needs a tan or those stiff plastic chairs, colorful as clown shoes? Or the iffy tourists in shiny skin whose bikini’s just yell, “See Me?” Until I was nearly thirty, I never learned to appreciate the moon-cloud reflection, clipped into a thousand sky-lit reflections. Or the water, how like time, it rolled toward the shore and past, again and again, for eternity, yet never touching the exact same space twice
He walked along the shore looking out to the ocean longing for her…wishing she would come home…knowing that was the last time he would see her again. But he smiled because he knew her at least for a brief moment and somehow that was enough.
shore
across the road there’s a seashore, and across that shore, there’s an island.
She remembers because its how her dearest died, it’d swallowed up her beloved, like a jealous lover.
What else do you want with me, now?
Close to Mamma’s womb. Beautiful, a line of incandescence, of light, of the sun setting, of the earth beginning. And ending at the same time.
A seashell washed up on the shore. It had a come along the way, the journey had been a difficult one. The seashell’s destination had been reached, and all was at peace. Until, the ocean decided she wanted to be with the seashell a little longer, and she quickly swept the seashell away.
Shore. Offshore. Keine Ahnung, was das so richtig bedeutet. Da muss ich wohl mal Dr. Google konsultieren. Und das Wörterbuch. Ich sehe eine Ölplattform, mitte im Meer. Weitab von allem. Man kommt nur mit einem Hubschrauber dorthin. Oder mit einem Schiff. Schiff ist kompliziert wegen der Wellen.