Tree-children
Reading edition
The little trees that to the breeze Make quaint and timorous courtesies: I like to come and play with these. Each grown-up pine that stands in line Is but a stranger great and fine— The little trees are friends of mine!
Reading edition
The little trees that to the breeze Make quaint and timorous courtesies: I like to come and play with these. Each grown-up pine that stands in line Is but a stranger great and fine— The little trees are friends of mine!