tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62554666994312727482024-02-08T08:31:53.624-08:00The Last Word of a BluebirdJohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17733995039208321192noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255466699431272748.post-65163554266116326062009-06-23T07:12:00.000-07:002009-06-23T07:13:52.111-07:00Katie Daisy -- Bluebird Watercolorhttp://www.katiedaisy.com/ktluke/illustration.html#37Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17733995039208321192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255466699431272748.post-52326300822289797262009-05-04T09:58:00.001-07:002009-05-04T10:02:17.527-07:00Busy as a Bluebird<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=102471">Melys Baby</a> is an ETSY store featuring embroidered items. She has a few bluebird pieces, but, I heart this one:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=102471" title="il_fullxfull.64842247.jpg"><img style="width: 377px; height: 502px;" alt="il_fullxfull.64842247.jpg" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.64842247.jpg" border="0" /></a>Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17733995039208321192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255466699431272748.post-32140182723618424592009-05-04T08:56:00.001-07:002010-01-04T19:03:43.445-08:00Thank You Robert FrostMy favorite poem is "The Last Word of a Bluebird" by Robert Frost. He wrote it for his daughter and I came across it shortly after my Grandfather's death. Bluebirds have stuck with me ever since and become a sort of totem. This blog will track all things bluebird-related with a little bit of "following your inner voice" thrown in.<br /><blockquote><br /><pre style="font-family:georgia;">The Last Word of a Bluebird<br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">as told to a child</span><br /><br /><br />As I went out a Crow<br />In a low voice said, "Oh,<br />I was looking for you.<br />How do you do?<br />I just came to tell you<br />To tell Lesley (will you?)<br />That her little Bluebird<br />Wanted me to bring word<br />That the north wind last night<br />That made the stars bright<br />And made ice on the trough<br />Almost made him cough<br />His tail feathers off.<br />He just had to fly!<br />But he sent her Good-by,<br />And said to be good,<br />And wear her red hood,<br />And look for the skunk tracks<br />In the snow with an ax-<br />And do everything!<br />And perhaps in the spring<br />He would come back and sing."</pre></blockquote><pre style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"></pre>Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17733995039208321192noreply@blogger.com0