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sabwhen I'm sick and moany, I remember things from my childhood, like Carl Sandburg's Rootabaga Stories and my favorite one: How Six Pigeons Came Back to Hatrack the Horse After Many Accidents and Six Telegrams
six pigeons ran away from Hatrack the Horse, and came back again. They sent telegrams first:
6. "Pity me. Far is far. Near is near. And there is no place like
home when the yellow roses climb up the ladders and sing in the early
summer. Pity me. WEDNESDAY EVENING IN THE TWILIGHT AND THE GLOAMING."
I'll get a cup of tea, and crawl back into bed now, and maybe on some channel there'll be Annie Potts.
six pigeons ran away from Hatrack the Horse, and came back again. They sent telegrams first:
6. "Pity me. Far is far. Near is near. And there is no place like
home when the yellow roses climb up the ladders and sing in the early
summer. Pity me. WEDNESDAY EVENING IN THE TWILIGHT AND THE GLOAMING."
I'll get a cup of tea, and crawl back into bed now, and maybe on some channel there'll be Annie Potts.
