Due to busyness, I missed the children’s hour post last Friday. Here I make up for it!
An Apple-Howling Song
Here’s to thee, old apple tree,
Whence thou may’st bud, and whence thou may’st blow,
And whence thou may’st bear apples enow!
Hats full! Caps full!
Old parson’s breeches full,
And my pockets full too!
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside-
Till I look down on the garden green;
Down on the roof so brown-
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
~Robert Louis Stevenson
A London Clock
“Bell horses, bell horses,
What time of day?”
“One o’clock, two o’clock,
Three and away.”
Lo, sweetened with the summer light,
The full juiced apple, waxing over-mellow
Drops in a silent autumn night.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I wonder where I may gather some sweet pretty flowers.
Whom shall I ask?
Suppose that I ask the brilliant humming bird,
suppose that I ask the yellow butterfly!
They will tell me.
They led me within a valley to a fertile spot where
the dew spread out in glittering splendor,
where I saw lovely fragrant flowers, lovely
odorous flowers clothed with the dew.
I wanted to sing.
I polished my song like a shining emerald.
I arranged it like the voice of a bird.
I set it in order like the bird’s chant.
I mingled it with the beauty of the emerald that I
might make it appear like a flower bursting its bud.
~Maya Folk Lore
A Hint to the Wise
I know a little garden path
That leads you through the trees,
Past flower-beds and hollyhocks
And by the homes of bees,
Until at last it brings you to
A little fountain bath
Where tiny birds bay wash themselves,
If you go down that path,
Remember to be careful what
You say. A little bird
May cause a deal of trouble by
Repeating what he’s heard.