The young lambs are bleating in the meadows,
The young birds are chirping in the nest,
The young fawns are playing with the shadows,
The young flowers are blowing towards the West-
Go out,children from the mine and from the city;
Sing out; children, as the little thrushes do;
Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty,
Laugh aloud to feel your fingers let them through!
E.B Browning
Have a wonderful Earth Day! Have you done anything for our Earth lately? Hugs, Liz
1 comment:
Liz, I have a chair very similar to this sitting outside my studio, waiting for something clever. Actually waiting a long time. Thanks so much for stopping by my organizing blog and leaving a comment. I love to hear back from others. Have a great week!
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