I recently came across this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson and have been thinking about it ever since. The little boy is the son of a family friend.
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and Palaces, Temples and Docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam
But I can be happily biulding at home.
Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea
There I'll establish a city for me.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Christmas Elf
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