Seems real as every day;
I hear the tramp of armies vast,
I see the spears and lances cast,
I join the trilling fray;
Brave knigts and ladies fair and proud
I meet when Mother reads aloud.
When Mother reads aloud, far lands
Seem very near and true;
I cross the desert's gleaming sands,
Or hunt the jungle's prowling bands,
Or sail the ocean blue.
Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud,
I scale, when Mother reads aloud.
When Mother reads aloud, I long
For noble deeds to do--
To help the right, redress the wrong;
It seems so easy to be strong,
So simple to be true.
Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd
My eyes, when Mother reads aloud.
My Book of Poetry didn't say who wrote that, but I came across it recently and loved it. I like this picture because that's my own Momma peeking over my shoulder.My little lunch cook has been testing her work! Unfortunately the homemade loin cloth didn't make him any more coordinated in the heelies. My little Essie is planning out the day
Thinking was particularly painful for my son today.He loves geography so much he asked for it for Christmas! You can't really see it but he said he made a teeny tiny line for the Strait of Magellan.