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Flying kites is lots of fun.
To make kites fly you run, run, run.
wind helps keep kites in the sky.
Kites dip and dive and fly, fly, fly.
|Spring Has Sprung
The bird sing because it's spring.
And bunnies hop, hop, hop.
From below the grass, the flowers wake,
And up their little heads pop.
They greet the trees and warm spring breeze.
With a cheery spring hello.
To tell the world the spring has sprung
And the winter snow should go.
How wonderful the springtime
With all its life anew.
I hope that this and every spring
Bring happiness to you!
The Spring Beauty
An Ojibbeway Legend
An old man was sitting in his lodge, by the side of a frozen stream. It was
the end of winter, the air was not so cold, and his fire was nearly out. He
was old and alone. His locks were white with age, and he trembled in every
joint. Day after day passed, and he heard nothing but the sound of the storm
sweeping before it the new-fallen snow.
One day while his fire was dying, a handsome young man approached and
entered the lodge. His cheeks were red, his eyes sparkled. He walked with a
quick, light step. His forehead was bound with a wreath of sweet-grass, and
he carried a bunch of fragrant flowers in his hand.
"Ah, my son," said the old man, "I am happy to see you. Come in! Tell me
your adventures, and what strange lands you have seen. I will tell you of my
wonderful deeds, and what I can perform. You shall do the same, and we will
amuse each other."
The old man then drew from a bag a curiously wrought pipe. He filled it with
mild tobacco, and handed it to his guest. They each smoked from the pipe and
then began their stories.
"I am Peboan, the Spirit of Winter," said the old man. "I blow my breath,
and the streams stand still. The water becomes stiff and hard as clear
"I am Seegwun, the Spirit of Spring," answered the youth. "I breathe, and
flowers spring up in the meadows and woods."
"I shake my locks," said the old man, "and snow covers the land. The leaves
fall from the trees, and my breath blows them away. The birds fly to a
distant land, and the animals hide themselves from the cold."
"I shake my ringlets," said the young man, "and warm showers of soft rain
fall upon the earth. The flowers lift their heads from the ground, the grass
grows thick and green. My voice recalls the birds, and they come flying
joyfully from the Southland. The warmth of my breath unbinds the streams,
and they sing the songs of summer. Music fills the groves where- ever I
walk, and all nature rejoices."
And while they were talking thus a wonderful change took place. The sun
began to rise. A gentle warmth stole over the place. Peboan, the Spirit of
Winter, became silent. His head drooped, and the snow outside the lodge
melted away. Seegwun, the Spirit of Spring, grew more radiant, and rose
joyfully to his feet. The robin and the bluebird began to sing on the top of
the lodge. The stream began to murmur at the door, and the fragrance of
opening flowers came softly on the breeze.
The lodge faded away, and Peboan sank down and dissolved into tiny streams
of water, that vanished under the brown leaves of the forest. Thus the
Spirit of Winter departed, and where he had melted away, there the Indian
children gathered the first blossoms, fragrant and delicately pink, -- the
modest Spring Beauty.
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