...a miry path meanders to the sea
where down, below the kerb,
a tiny cottage hangs above the waves
that gainst the clifts do loudly roar (1)
a woman rounding up the tiles
as jewels put away in velvet purs
among the new learned words
(1)Edmund Spenser , The Faery Queene, IV, 11
Note: I wrote a few lines to celebrate my renewed passion for Scrabble , this time in English.
Oh, yeah, and you can join the poetry train too.