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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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Where do you live? Never-neverland? Where did that bridge come from? I swear you have to find the hidden portal past the singing bush to get to this wonderland.
ReplyDeleteYou have some really good shots of your boys! You're quite a good photographer! (and it helps, of course, to have adorable happy children)
ReplyDeleteKaren