Does your mother ever let you choose just what you want for a treat? I wonder if you would choose what this little boy did?
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Listen to this colorful poem and try to think how the different cloths look. With what are they embroidered? Wouldn't they make a lovely gift for someone you love?
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and dim and dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I being poor have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams at your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
