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Poem for Tuesday and Riverbend Eagles


Romance
By Robert Louis Stevenson

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.

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Monday was a really pretty day out. Alice came over early to pick up Maddy and take her to get manicures, so I did chores while they were gone, including putting together a storage bench with legs and doing laundry. We hung out a bit when they got back, then Alice went home and Paul came to the mall with myself and Maddy so we could all get froyo after I picked something up at Sears.

We stopped briefly at the park, then came home and watched most of the Orioles' opening day game against the Blue Jays (it was a good opening day -- the Os beat Toronto, the Nats beat Miami). Then like a lot of America we watched the very close Gonzaga-NC NCAA tournament final, and I don't understand why Gonzaga didn't try for the 3. Some more pics of the eagles at Riverbend Park:















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