“As the cool gentle breeze,
Caresses her skin,
It ruffles her dress,
Again and again.”
Caresses her skin,
It ruffles her dress,
Again and again.”
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.
“I walked along a nature trail just the otherday
There I saw a squirrel and he began to play
High up in the trees jumping all around
Then down to the floor running on the ground”
- Squirrel Playtime by William Worthless.
There I saw a squirrel and he began to play
High up in the trees jumping all around
Then down to the floor running on the ground”
- Squirrel Playtime by William Worthless.
A meadow filled with wildflowers,
Caressing your legs as you walk.
A space so vast,
It seems the earth kisses the sky.
A smile so small,
That it could be missed.
As I lay in this meadow of wildflowers,
I look over to you and feel at last I am safe.
Caressing your legs as you walk.
A space so vast,
It seems the earth kisses the sky.
A smile so small,
That it could be missed.
As I lay in this meadow of wildflowers,
I look over to you and feel at last I am safe.
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.
- Playthings by Rabindra Nath Tagore
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.
- Playthings by Rabindra Nath Tagore
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
