To: Lady Jag
Such a lovely story, surely it would be a treat to see the bridge.
To: Soaring Feather
217 posted on
03/13/2007 2:46:04 PM PDT by
Lady Jag
(A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
To: Lady Jag
The Moon
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
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