A special poem written and illustrated for me by my 9 year old cousin Claire. I am touched beyond words:
Lucy the Librarian
She loves to read
She loves to write
Column after column
She'll read all night.
Faster, faster
On she goes
It's hard to believe
All the words she knows.
Rocks, astronomy
Nouns and worms
Lucy knows everything
Every single term.
We all love Lucy
She's so much fun
She's the best Library Director
Under the sun!!!
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
12.08.2010
9.08.2010
day 254 of 365
I know I am solid and sound,
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
--Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
--Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
Labels:
converging lines,
ocean,
poetry,
walt whitman,
writing
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