THE SAND, THE SEA, AND ME
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Benign seaside verses ranging from the lightness of Lillian Moore's ""Until I Saw the Sea"" to the frothiness of ""It's chowder for dinner, it's chowder, hooray! Look at the clam that I dug up today"" to the stickiness of Myra Cohn Livingston's ""Seaweed"" -- ""gummy on my tummy, slippery on my feet."" The gentle, hazy washes of blue and orange have a properly watery texture, but only the most docile beachcombers will find something worth treasuring in lines such as Rachel Field's ""I'd like to be a lighthouse / With the ships all watching me."" Like those seashells you accumulate during a day at the shore, a collection of transitory interest.