Opal Whiteley Quotes
- By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart.
- And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.
- The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves.…
- And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all their growing days…