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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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Aw, what a cutie! I love how proud he is of himself. And he should be.
ReplyDeleteI've had a great time reading your blog entries! Your boys are so cute. Kenn got a job offer in Salt Lake so it looks like we might be moving there this summer. We will have to get together!
ReplyDeleteHey, and he color-coordinated things! Ky, I'm impressed! What a good little helper. All I have to do to get rid of my kids is ask them to set the table. They all disappear somehow . . .
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