he will not mind me stopping here
To watch his woods
Fill up with snow...
I remember learning this poem in Primary school - I think was about 5. It was one of the first poems I read to my daughters when they were little. One of my favourites.
he will not mind me stopping here
To watch his woods
Fill up with snow...
I remember learning this poem in Primary school - I think was about 5. It was one of the first poems I read to my daughters when they were little. One of my favourites.