Sticks and rocks and pinecones,
Pine needles and pebbles,
Are what my little boy brings.
Dandelion tops and feathers,
All his little treasures,
Are what my little boy brings.
Pine needles and pebbles,
Are what my little boy brings.
Dandelion tops and feathers,
All his little treasures,
Are what my little boy brings.
I was sitting on a bench nursing Adeynne, at the playground at camp this afternoon, and Nehemiah kept bringing his little discoveries over to me. I started making up a little song, which turned into the poem above. It sounds better sung (to me anyway), but I still thought I'd write it up. :)
3 comments:
Sounds idyllic.
Nice. I remember bringing dandelions and other weeds to my mom. Then I grew older and brought her worms and locust shells. I think she liked the dandelions better.
-Andrea
I love little jingles made up about life at the moment! I want to hear it sung!
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