I step to the seashore. It?s raining? again. Froth lingers at the edge, discoloured a putrid yellow as if the waves have been out on the town and drunk a little too much
The 4th of July by Anne Wales Abbot
The Fourth of July by Anne Wales Abbott (1808-1908) It was the anniversary of our Glorious Fourth. The evil genius who specially presides over the destinies of unoffending college boys put it into the heads of five of us to celebrate the day by an excursion by water to Nahant Beach. The morning was delightful, […]