April is Poetry Month.
I thought I'd dip my toe in the poetry waters and try to share a poem or two this month.
First, another reproduction vintage postcard from
The Easter Rabbit Postcard Book published by Darling and Company, Seattle.
Thank you to the lovely Beth for hosting Postcard Friendship Friday each week.
Brown bunny sits inside his burrow
'Till everything is still,
Then out he slips along the furrow
Or up the grassy hill.
He nibbles all about the bushes
Or sits to wash his face,
But at a sound he stamps, and rushes
At a surprising pace.
You see some little streaks and flashes,
A last sharp twink of white,
As down his hidy-hole he dashes
And disappears from sight.
From Fifty New Poems for Children