My baby girl hunting for easter eggs! The poem reads:
The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
-Sir Thomas More
Page inspired by September Treat of the Month:
http://www.digishoptalk.com/gallery/showphoto.php?photo=137257&cat=all&ppuser=3103
