Is any one else a slow reader?
Any tips on picking up my speed?
Bad hair day.
Three weeks of Ch-ch-ch-chia growth.
Those little tiny seeds sure had a lot of umph in 'em.
With a three, and an eight,
And a loop and a ring;
Where Mary glides,
The lake will sing!
Out in the mist,
I hear her now.
Under the frost
Of the willow-bough.
Light and fleet,
With the song of the lake,
Beneath her feet.
I can hear the soft crunching of the skates. Can you?
What an excellent descriptive poem.
When Emma was young she ran across the wood floor with a pair of clunky shoes and exclaimed, "My feet are making the song of the cowboys."
I wrote it down on a slip of paper...it was worth remembering.
My sister Cindy has often suggested writing down the cute, funny, sweet things our children say. I'd tell her a story on the phone and she'd say,
"Did you write it down?"
It's a very good idea. You'll be glad you did.
Encourage one another,