We met some good friends today in NJ for a cookout at a state park. My friend, Jill, said that she wasn't loving the poetry portion of my blog. She's a reader, so I asked if really there wasn't a favorite poem she had from somewhere. She looked up at the tall pine trees all around us and said:
"Birdie, Birdie in the sky
Why'd you do that in my eye?"
Which just goes to show that there's a poem for everything.