If I had a ship,
I'd sail my ship,
I'd sail my ship
Through Eastern seas;
Down to a beach where the slow waves
     thunder ~
The green curls over and the white falls
     under ~
Boom!  Boom!   Boom!
On the sun-bright sand.
Then I'd leave my ship and I'd land,
And climb the steep white sand,
And climb to the trees,
The six dark trees,
[. . .]
And there would I rest, and lie,
My chin in my hands, and gaze
At the dazzle of sand below,
And the green waves curling slow,
And the grey-blue distant haze
Where the sea goes up to the sky. . . .

And I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at
     the sea:
"There's nobody else in the world, and the world
     was made for me."

~ [Apologies to:  A. A. Milne WHEN WE WERE VERY YOUNG, E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. 1924] The Island.

"...feeling more snowy behind the ears
than he had ever felt before." ~ Pooh

Today ~

"Into many a green valley
     Drifts the appalling snow;"  ~ W. H. Auden

"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily.
"So it is."
"Is it?"
"Yes," said Eeyore.  "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately."

~ A. A. Milne, "Pooh Builds a House" - THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER, E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., 1928.

There is in my old picture-book

A page at which I like to look,
Where knights and squires come riding down
The cobbles of some steep old town,
And ladies from beneath the eaves
Flutter their bravest handkerchiefs,
Or, smiling proudly, toss down gages. . .
But that was in the Middle Ages.
It wouldn't happen now; but still,
Whenever I look up the hill
Where, dark against the green and blue,
The firs come marching, two by two,
I wonder if perhaps I might
See suddenly a shining knight
Winding his way from blue to green ~
Exactly as it would have been
Those many, many years ago . . .

Perhaps I might.  You never know.

~ A. A. Milne WHEN WE WERE VERY YOUNG, E.P. Dutton & Co., Inc. 1924