mushroom gnome Mushroom Song

OH little mushrooms with brown faces underneath
And bare white heads,
You think of summer and you think of song . . .
Why don't you think of me
In my little white bed
In the night?
You think only of your singsong and your dances,
Following your leader round and round,
You think only of the grass
And the green apples and leaves
Dropping out of the blue . . .
Why don't you think of me asleep
In my little white bed?
The wind thinks of me,
Brown-white dancers!
You forget,
But the wind remembers

By Hilda Conkling (1910-1986)
~Link: Poems-By-a-Little-Girl

7 opmerkingen:

Cindy-Stitches-N-Stuff zei

What an enchanting little poem, and I love the picture. Remy, your getting to be quit the classy duck.

Have a good week-end

Hermes zei


Vero zei

Dankjewel voor het vertellen dat mijn link niet werkte! Ik heb 'm weer gefixt :)

en wat geweldig deze mushroom-song, wauw...en die foto van flickr ook al zo geweldig, een sprookjesfoto!

Groetjes, Veronique

Anoniem zei

Ik vind dat plaatje prachtig mooi!!groetjes Joke.

Cottage Garden zei

What a delightful poem and the little picture illustrates it perfectly.

Jeanne x

Rebecca zei

Thanks for stopping by and saying hello
Love your wonderful pictures and the poem was delightful

Cathy zei

What a wonderful poem. I happened upon your blog this morning and just love it. I have a "Pink Fairy Cottage" in my garden. Drop by my blog sometime and visit for tea and scones.

xo Cathy