Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?

Kindergartener's portrait of Emily Dickinson after reading this poem.

The bee is not afraid of me.
I know the butterfly -
The pretty people in the Woods

Receive me cordially -


The Brooks laugh louder
When I come -
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day?
 Emily Dickinson 
Visiting with my busy friend on Sweet Alyssum.

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