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Date Posted: Sun, 02/16/03 10:53am
Author: sunny
Subject: Re: poems from childhood
In reply to: Bella 's message, "Re: Hey Bow" on Fri, 02/14/03 5:00pm

>>Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850�1894),
>> A Child�s Garden of Verses, 1913
>>
>Sunny
>I was given that book for my 6th birthday (that's
>England for you - promote national authors at every
>opportunity:) ). I have scarcely seen that poem since,
>your post reminded me.

Its funny how those old poems stay with you, isn't it?? My folks were anglophiles/New Englanders in a lot of ways too, so RLS and AA Milne are deeply imprinted in me :o)) [along with CS Lewis and Lewis Carroll and TH White, etc. etc. etc. !!!]

Here's another that's been coming to mind alot lately -- do you know this one??

HALFWAY DOWN

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
where I sit.
There isn't any
other stair
quite like
It.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
so this is the stair
where
I always
stop.

Halfway up the stairs
isn't up
and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
"It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!"

:o))

that's from When We Were Very Young, 1924 by A.A. Milne (of Pooh & Piglet fame). Isn't it funny how much of what adults might call 'philosophy' creeps into children's stories -- always loved this stuff !!

sunny

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