tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200172.post6518141986402817904..comments2024-03-27T19:38:11.406-04:00Comments on Affectioknit: Poetry Swap...affectioknit2http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375374557282665037noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200172.post-42541936485363115332011-05-21T12:25:18.284-04:002011-05-21T12:25:18.284-04:00Glad you like the swaps! I really enjoyed the pho...Glad you like the swaps! I really enjoyed the photo and poem you sent :)Vegfoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07161746382384690296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200172.post-46056015139281266452011-05-21T03:40:18.744-04:002011-05-21T03:40:18.744-04:00Great choice of poems - they sounds beautiful read...Great choice of poems - they sounds beautiful read aloud.<br /><br />I'm all into The Highwayman at the moment - we've been reading it at school. Lots of action which really appeals to boys! xPinkCatJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12323032970862942723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200172.post-53004369787831282402011-05-20T11:19:59.779-04:002011-05-20T11:19:59.779-04:00your poem and picture are beautiful!
the poem maur...your poem and picture are beautiful!<br />the poem maureen shared is lovely, too!<br /><br />i am having my kiddos learn some poetry as we do our school-work - there are poems i memorized in school that still stick with me. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200172.post-32044247281380762882011-05-20T10:48:08.048-04:002011-05-20T10:48:08.048-04:00At school I learnt a poem called 'Silver' ...At school I learnt a poem called 'Silver' by Walter De La Mare. It has been one of my favourites and gows beautifully with your moon photograph.<br /><br />Silver<br /> <br />Slowly, silently, now the moon<br />Walks the night in her silver shoon;<br />This way, and that, she peers, and sees<br />Silver fruit upon silver trees;<br />One by one the casements catch<br />Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;<br />Couched in his kennel, like a log,<br />With paws of silver sleeps the dog;<br />From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep<br />Of doves in silver feathered sleep<br />A harvest mouse goes scampering by,<br />With silver claws, and silver eye;<br />And moveless fish in the water gleam,<br />By silver reeds in a silver stream. <br /><br />- Walter de la MareMaureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12404265296554666518noreply@blogger.com