She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."
-A.A. Milne
Janine's Daffodils, Carol Rowan
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."
-A.A. Milne
Janine's Daffodils, Carol Rowan
2 comments:
Great poem. I'm so glad to see Spring this year!
Spring, here we come!
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