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Jan 28, 2013

Down by a shining water well
I found a very little dell,
No higher than my head.
The heather and the gorse about
In summer bloom were coming out,
Some yellow and some red.
I called the little pool a sea;
The little hills were big to me;
For I am very small.
I made a boat, I made a town,
I searched the caverns up and down,
And named...

Jan 14, 2013

Down by the sliprails stands our cow 
Chewing, chewing, chewing, 
She does not care what folks out there 
In the great, big world are doing. 
She sees the small cloud-shadows pass 
And green grass shining under. 
If she does think, what does she think 
About it all, I wonder? 
She sees the swallows...