rhythm of the rhyme

i like a simple rhyme. its not considered poetry by some folks, its too , well, simple. so i won't call it a poem. but i do like rhyme. the crazy old lady of amherst, emily dickinson, wrote some wonderful verse. she could spin magic, with just a few words, about snow falling on trees or thoughts about birds. see, its fun and easy. ten years ago or more i was standing on short sands, a lovely little beach in york maine. digging my feet into the cold, wet sand and gazing out on the horizon i couldn't help but think.......a little slice of ocean, a little spit of sea, as i watch the waves roll in i see eternity. i'd like to think emily would have been proud. if anybody out there would like to add some prose of their own or maybe just an old fave, feel free. the world needs more rhyme and flowers and laughter, more sunshine and definitely more miss dickinson.......goodnight all, jc.......and pumpkins in fall, asleep in the field, blissfully unaware of the pleasure they wield......i can't resist...heehee