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COME up here, O dusty feet!
Here is fairy bread to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.

Fairy Bread
Robert Louis Stevenson
A Child's Garden of Verses and Underwoods.


Anonymous melissa f. said...

all your pics this week feel like summertime!

7:57 AM  
Blogger molly said...

i love it. don't you love RLS poems?? we have the garden of verses book, too. my girls really enjoy it. i do, too!

8:57 AM  
Anonymous laurie said...

ack! i love that peom and the photo is perfect. ;)

10:02 AM  
Anonymous laurie said...

ack! i misspelled poem accidently. hahaha

10:03 AM  
Blogger Tracy said...

love the verse. and the shot is gorgeous! makes me think of beach houses and sandy summer feet and that lovely lazy warm feeling of a summer's night. even makes me want to sweep....!

10:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wonder if the broom in the poem is the yellow flower scotch broom...just a thought.
lovely blog - always enjoy reading it.

a friendly "blurker" by way of MeeganBlue's blog

12:56 PM  
Blogger jessica said...

so comforting, very nice.

2:38 AM  

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