The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.
~Joyce Kilmer
That was beautiful to behold. Many an old granny crept forth over the threshold into the sunshine, and tripped gleefully about, casting ...
"Who is that old man yonder?" asked the sparrows.
"I know who he is," quoth an old raven, who sat on the fence-rail, ...
Here are some of the drawings that I made the other day.
The top sketch is like one of the dwarf's from Narnia ...
I found this cute little story in a book called Andersen's Fairy Tales, and it was so sweet that I just had ...