On our way to her first official rock climbing class, Ilana recited this little poem she had made up today:
"Day gets short, night gets long,
blackbirds cease their little song;
Hush my darling, do not wake,
now the land the night will take."
I'm a proud Momma. I love the sentiment, I love the word choice, I love the rhyming couplets of trochaic quadrimeter...
And this from the girl who also made it to the top of her climbing route tonight on her first try!
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view." ~ Edward Abbey
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