Tuesday, March 24

While riding my bike......

I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Up in the apple tree where he is swinging,
Brave little fellow, the skies do look dreary.
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
Hark how the music leaps out from his throat.
Hark, was there ever so merry a note?
Listen awhile and you'll hear what he's saying,
Up in the apple tree, swinging and swaying.
"Dear little blossoms down under the snow,
You must be weary of winter,
I know,Hark,
while I bring you a message of cheer!
Summer is coming and Springtime is here!
Little white snowdrops, I pray you arise.
Bright yellow crocus, come open your eyes.
Sweet little violets hid from the cold,
Put on your mantles of purple and gold.
Daffodils daffodils! Say, do you hear?
Summer is coming and Springtime is here!"
Emily Huntington Miller (1833-1913)

1 comment:

Juddie said...

Thank you for cheering up an otherwise gloomy day with this lovely mural!