In my twisted logic, spring equals a can of white spray paint and some comfy flip flops. So while my girls recited "The Wind" by Robert Louis Stevenson, I braved the March wind with a can of spray paint and anything I could find in my house that looked worn and wintry. Enjoy my spring 'fluffing' while I share this delightful little poem with you. You should memorize it.
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky
And all around I heard you pass
And all around I heard you pass
like ladies skirts across the grass
O Wind a-blowing all day long
O Wind that sings so loud a song
I saw the different things you did
I saw the different things you did
But always you yourself you hid
I felt you push, I heard you call
I could not see yourself at all
O Wind a-blowing all day long
O Wind that sings so loud a song
O you that are so strong and cold
O you that are so strong and cold
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree?
Are you a beast of field and tree?
Or just a stronger child than me?
O Wind a-blowin all day long
O Wind that sings so loud a song
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Oh and check me out today at Darcy's site. She was so kind to post my Greek Goddess Frittata.
