|Rereading Duffy Barkley is Not a Dog to try and keep the book I'm working on consistent|
"The Laughing Song"
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;
when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!"
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"
Never make your home in a place.
Make a home for yourself
inside your own head.
You'll find what you need to furnish it
- memory, friends you can trust,
love of learning, and other such things.
That way it will go with you wherever you journey.
|I love that this man never says "No" when I ask him to stop whatever he is doing and come to play|
|Friends who are more family than almost anyone|
I can write anywhere. Where should I set up my tent next?