"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, April 8, 2011


Millie climbed a tree
and climbed so very high
that she was climbing clouds
and then she touched the sky.
She raced the sun across the sky
until the day was done,
then she danced with the stars
till they left one by one.
When sunrise came she came down again,
down from that land so high,
but she will not forget that day
that she spent in the sky.

(Response to a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a nursery rhyme.)

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