this poem has been on my mind.. probably learnt it in primary school or nursery... its crazy how these things stick...
"someone came knocking at my wee small door
someone came knocking, i'm sure, sure, sure
i listened, i opened
i looked from left to right
but nought there was astiring in the still dark night
only the busy beetle tap, tapping on the wall
only from the forest, the still owl's call
now i know not who came knocking at all, at all, at all"
Monday, August 18, 2008
throwback...
Posted by dScR?Be at 12:30 PM
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2 peculiar people said...:
I remember this poem!!!!
From a kazillion years back!
See where your mind is??
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