Now that winter's come to stay
all the trees are bare.
Little birds must fly away
To find their food elsewhere.
Little seeds lie hidden
In the dark brow earth,
Waiting until bidden
To rise above the earth.
(winter - Wynnstones)
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Storytime Verse
Said slowly and deliberately:
The moon is round
it has two eyes
two ears
but.... no sound.
And then there is a meaningful pause of silence before thestoryteller commences.
The moon is round
it has two eyes
two ears
but.... no sound.
And then there is a meaningful pause of silence before thestoryteller commences.
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