Blow, Wind, Blow!
Blow, wind, blow! And go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
Happy Poetry Friday, folks and totz! I'm writing from a bakery, so this seemed perfect!
Catch the full round up with Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect.
~Lorie Ann
Catch the full round up with Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect.
~Lorie Ann
2 comments:
Happy Friday to you too! Love Poetry Fridays.
Thanks, Joan. xox
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