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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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Hey Marilyn- I've been keeping up with your blogs since you commented on my blog a while back. Your boys are all getting so big and are really darling.
ReplyDeleteI'm feeling bad that I never got to talk to you before you guys moved but as you know we have had a pretty bad year. So sorry about that. The lady that moved into your house in my VT though and she is really nice. Anyway, just wanted to say hello.