Words of Wisdom
I did have longings to dance. Most every day I do dance.
I dance with the leaves and the grass. I feel thrills from my toes to my curls.
I feel like a bird, sometimes. Then I spread my arms for wings,
and I go my way from stump to stump, and on adown the hill.
Sometimes I am a Demoiselle, flitting near unto the water.
Then I nod unto the willows, and they nod unto me.
They wave their arms, and I wave mine.
They wiggle their toes in the water a bit, and I do so, too.
And every time we wiggle our toes,
we do drink into our souls the song of the brook- the glad song it is always singing.
And the joy song does sing on in our hearts.
So did it today.
Opal Whiteley [Petite Francoise]
about age 7
The Singing Creek Where the Willows Grow
Presented by Benjamin Hoff
Warner Books, Inc.
