Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit. The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it. The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I. (Quote by - Celia Leighton Thaxter)

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'. (Quote by - Elizabeth Bishop)