Saturday, February 20, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
My Shadow and Me on my Bike
It was either on my birthday or at Christmas that I received as a child the book of poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson called, "A Child's Garden of Verses".
One of my favorite poems was called 'My Shadow' which my mother had memorized and so had I.
The book is long gone but today, I found the poem online - what a treat!
Cathy in first grade
My Shadow
by Robert Louis Stevenson (13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894)
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
source
One of my favorite poems was called 'My Shadow' which my mother had memorized and so had I.
The book is long gone but today, I found the poem online - what a treat!
Cathy in first grade
My Shadow
by Robert Louis Stevenson (13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894)
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
source
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Happy Birthday, Joan!
Joan Leslie turned 85 last month, on January 26, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOAN!
See many photos and video clips of Joan HERE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOAN!
See many photos and video clips of Joan HERE
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