Today is my grandfather's birthday - I call him Bapoo. I picked a poem out of my poetry book for his birthday present. I am going to post it here and I am going to call him and read it to him. The first poem I picked out, and the second one my sister, Alice, picked out.
Happy Birthday Bapoo!
Buon Compleanno, Nonno!
Love, Jane
P.S. This is a picture of my Bapoo last summer - he was picking beach plums with my sister.
Sweet and Low
Sweet and Low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sea Joy
When I go down by the sandy shore
I can think of nothing I want more
Than to live by the booming blue sea
As the seagulls flutter round about me
I can run about–when the tide is out
With the wind and the sand and the sea all about
And the seagulls are swirling and diving for fish
Oh–to live by the sea is my only wish.
Jacqueline Bouvier
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