Saturday, May 29, 2010

Flapping

Flapping. Flapping. Angerly -- Warningly Flapping.
Flapping. Flapping. Eagerly -- Greetingly Flapping.
Flapping. Flapping. Excitedly -- Gleefully Flapping.
Flapping. Flapping. Willfully Flapping.
Soaring.


We have a little robin's nest near our front door. Although we can not see the little babies, we can hear them flapping and moving around in there. Soon enough, they will be able to soar. Today, the girls and I came up with this little poem. Children are so much fun. They see life in such a pure, new light. It's refreshing.


This one is by my 9 (and a half!) year old:
Flapping. Flapping. Flapping Birds.
They can only flap, for they have no words.

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