Spring Is Nature's Poetry

I love the blooms of spring!  All the photos featured in this post show some of the springtime blooms at Grandma and Grandpa Christensens house.  Here's a little part of a poem my daughters recite:

Afternoon on a Hill
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun, 
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one, 
I will watch the cliff and clouds with quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass and the grass rise,

And when the lights begin to show
up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine
and then start down.

We learn pretty poetry as part of our grammar studies, and I love to hear my sweet daughters voices as they recite. Ask them for a poem some time.