A Day At the Beach With a Ballerina

  If I had a ship, I'd sail my ship, I'd sail my ship Through Eastern seas; Down to a beach where the slow waves thunder - The green curls over and the white falls under -   (From┬áThe Island┬áby A.A. Milne)   She sings her own songs and dances away. Six is quite wonderful. A.A. Milne must have known and my little girl knows too. We read poems together from [...]