Saturday, August 17, 2013

Saturday fun bonus.....




The other day I posted about having fun with your own magical shadow.  Here is a poem my mom used to recite to me when I was a little girl and I want to pass it on to you today. Enjoy!


                             My Shadow

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me.
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me,
when I jump into my bed.


The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.


He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward, you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me.


One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
He stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

                                                 
                                ~Robert Louis Stevenson







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