MM – Revisiting Buttprints in the sand

I found this post from January 15th, 2016, and felt like revisiting Buttprints in the sand today. *grin*

It’s been a hell of a week. I swear, it’s like George R. R. Martin and Joss Whedon decided to write the script for this first month of the new year (and I sure hope they replace the writers for next season… I mean, month). Rather than focus on all the good people we lost, and the never-ending stream of bad news in the media, I decided to share something that made me laugh longer and harder than I probably should have.

Whilst perusing my social media this morning, I stumbled upon a poem called, “Buttprints in the Sand.” After I regained my composure (and apologized to our dog for scaring him), I began to search the interwebz, but all I could find out about the author is that she or he adapted it from another anonymous (but more well known) poem.

There’s a bunch of graphics out there with the poem, but I decided to use one of my own photographs. So here it is, paired with a picture of Niles Beach in Gloucester, MA that was taken in March of 2015. Hope you enjoy!

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Revisiting Buttprints in the sand. Buttprints in the sand. One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of the Goddess they were, But mine were not along the shore. But then some stranger prints appeared, and I asked Her, “What have we here? These prints are large and round and neat But much too big to be from feet.” “My child,” She said in somber tones, “For miles I carried you alone. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait.” “You would not learn, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. “Because in life, there comes a time. When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand.” ~ Author Unknown. Revisiting Buttprints in the sand. First, this is not a passive voice. Next, I am writing in an active voice. Therefore, my SEO will stop telling me how to write. Furthermore, these sentences are also shorter than twenty words. Rather, stop being so controlling. Especially since most of the sentences in this post are not mine. I will keep going while until you turn green. Revisiting Buttprints in the sand. I can’t believe this is still orange. Finally, it has turned. Success! First, this is not a passive voice. Next, I am writing in an active voice. Therefore, my SEO will stop telling me how to write. Furthermore, these sentences are also shorter than twenty words. Rather, stop being so controlling. Especially since most of the sentences in this post are not mine. Next, I am writing in an active voice. Revisiting Buttprints in the sand. I will keep going while until you turn green. I can’t believe this is still orange. Finally, it has turned. Success! First, this is not a passive voice. Next, I am writing in an active voice. Therefore, my SEO will stop telling me how to write. Furthermore, these sentences are also shorter than twenty words. Rather, stop being so controlling. Especially since most of the sentences in this post are not mine. I will keep going while until you turn green. Revisiting Buttprints in the sand. I can’t believe this is still orange. Finally, it has turned. Success! First, this is not a passive voice. Next, I am writing in an active voice. Therefore, my SEO will stop telling me how to write. Furthermore, these sentences are also shorter than twenty words. Rather, stop being so controlling. Especially since most of the sentences in this post are not mine. Next, I am writing in an active voice. I will keep going while until you turn green. I can’t believe this is still orange. Finally, it has turned. Success!