Friday, March 7, 2008

Spring Leaves


The leaves had a wonderful frolic. They danced to the wind's loud song. They whirled, and they floated, and scampered. They circled and flew along.


The moon saw the little leaves dancing. Each looked like a small brown bird. The man in the moon smiled and listened,And this is the song he heard.


The North Wind is calling, is calling, And we must whirl round and round, And then, when our dancing is ended, We'll make a warm quilt for the ground.

- Anonymous

2 comments:

Renee Rendler-Kaplan said...

holy moly! great blog and great poem and great stories with your great photos...keep it up...loving your work!

Lucy's Sees said...

Thank you so much! Keep checking back each day!