Wednesday, April 29, 2015

National Poetry Month:Poem #24

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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