Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

I remember once upon a time

There was delight in each nursery rhyme
No thought was given to what I did say
It was just a part of frolic and play
And then the facts and figures and reason came
It was no longer quite the same
Jack and Jill still went up the hill
But Jill was not to tumble still
And should not Humpty Dumpty know his call
And not sit on that wall at all
When will Little Miss Muffet learn to stay
Even if a spider came her way
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Ashes, ashes we all fall down, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, 2008, Publish America.

Mrs. Duffee Seated on a Striped Sofa, Reading, 1876, Mary Cassatt, American, 1844–1926, Oil on panel,The Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, MA, USA


  1. Rose Marie

    Visting Your site looks good to me, will be a frequent guest.

    Dwight Baker

  2. Thank you - your visits are most welcomed.