The Last Word of a Bluebird….as told to a child.

As I went out a Crow

In a low voice said, “Oh,

I was looking for you.

How do you do?

I just came to tell you

To tell Lesley (will you?)

That her little Bluebird

Wanted me to bring word

That the north wind last night

That made the stars bright

And made ice on the trough

Almost made him cough

His tail feathers off.

But he sent her Good-by,

And said to be good,

And wear her red hood,

And look for skunk tracks

In the snow with an ax–

And do everything!

And perhaps in the spring

He would come back and sing.”

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The weather is beginning to chill in my little hometown, and poet Robert Frost has come to remind me, it’s time to slow down…

   Begin to prepare for the winter months that lie ahead, while backstage is December, waiting for the cue…..

        To make the grand entrance as the beautiful Snow Queen. She will soon cover the stage with her brilliant white blanket of snow….

And the audience will love her and applaud her magical flair….

          Her Master looks fondly at His creation’s work, and lovingly smiles through the standing ovation…..

                                      Thank you, thank you, thank YOU!!

Sunshine

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Inspiration: The Last Word of a Bluebird poem by Robert Frost