r Dear little Flyaway, may IinquireS Whither so fast you are going?See not before you the creek and themire?What if the wind should stop blowing?You cannot curb in the wind-steeds; and thoughFirm on their necks youre now lying,If they should pause once, away you would goInto the mud, and lie dying.…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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