By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart. — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows. — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“I had sees there was joy-lights in her eyes and the looks he looked at her was like the looks the young husband of… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart. — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
The matter of making christening robes for caterpillars, it is not a difficult one; the difficulty is to get a frisky caterpillar to keep… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
Potatoes are very interesting folks. I think they must see a lot of what is going on in the earth - they have so… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“He is a most strong man. He put his arms around the penseé girl and he most lifted her off the ground. He did… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree.… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“In Man's heart is a little room. He has named it Oblivion. And things are ranged along its walls That he does not wish… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
“When I grow up, I am going to write for children — and grownups that haven't grown up too much — all the earth-songs… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all their growing… — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
When one does look up at the grand trees growing up almost to the sky, one does always have longings to pray. — Opal Whiteley Copy Share Image
