Thursday, February 5, 2009

Picture Books in Winter

Summer fading, winter comes-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?

This poem is by: Robert Louis Stevenson

2 comments:

Melissa said...

Hannah,

I love that poem too!
do you like robert frost? he is my faverite.
you have such a cool blog!

Melissa

Hannah said...

I like Robert Frost too.