|The willows by the singing brook
|After the barks was in I did go my way to
. I went aside to Saint Firmin by Nonette. I made a stop where the willows grow. I love to touch fingers with the willows. Then I do feel the feels the willows feel. I did tell them all and every one about this being the
of Charlemagne in 814 and the
of Henry VII in 1457. Each pussy-willow baby did wear a
gray silk tricot
. He did look warm. He smiled, "Bonjour, petite
," in a friendly way. I think he does remember the days in summer when I did drink in inspirations dabbling my toes by his toes there in the singing brook.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.