tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114341568105527452.post3414200743750522864..comments2024-01-19T01:07:34.538-08:00Comments on Poetry for Kids Joy: ROBINSJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01825251724115541708noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114341568105527452.post-25284545812656285702013-03-14T10:10:09.567-07:002013-03-14T10:10:09.567-07:00When I lived in England, broody was the word used ...When I lived in England, broody was the word used anytime I'd stop to chat with a small child in his mother's arms. Like a hen who needs her chicks around her, it is sometimes fun to surround yourself with children.<br /> Our saguaros are looking like old men. At the top where the new growth of needles is out, it is white and they look like gray haired old men. Soon there will be white flowers and then it will look like the cacti are wearing their Easter bonnets.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01825251724115541708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114341568105527452.post-3792396401152464562013-03-13T06:08:11.459-07:002013-03-13T06:08:11.459-07:00Happy to see those spring poems, Joy. I love the ...Happy to see those spring poems, Joy. I love the "broody batch". Now with daylight savings time I can hear the robins chirp when I wake up, although we had snow just the other day. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.com