Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Castle Builder

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies.

A fearless rider on his father's knee,
An eager listener unto stories told
At the Round Table of the nursery,
Of heroes and adventures manifold.

There will be other towers for thee to build;
There will be other steeds for thee to ride;
There will be other legends, and all filled
With greater marvels and more glorified.

Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
Rising and reaching upward to the skies;
Listen to voices in the upper air,
Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.

-The Castle Builder by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Anonymous said...

love the castle, castle builder and poem.

thanks for sharing.

renee ~ heirloom seasons said...

What a wonderful space he has there. I have always admired those castle pieces, but to see them set up together there, even more beautiful!
I was just reading some Longfellow poems yesterday...

Lisa said...

This is so beautiful...the poem, the photos and the boy!

Lisa ;)

Stephanie said...

So beautiful.
I love the sound effects I can hear in that last picture.

Frontier Dreams (Nicole) said...

so sweet, marina!! <3 I think I'm liking the kinderkram castle set better now. uh-oh! We miss our castle boxed up...only a few more weeks until we unpack in october! :)

nicola said...

beautiful, marina!

Anonymous said...

What s stunning playset!

cat said...

no words...



Anonymous said...

your boys are so sweet Marina, what a lovely poem and lovely play! We have the same wooden figures in our house : )

Sarah said...

What a lovely poem. I've never heard that one before.

The toys are stunning and the boy is beautiful!

Tahara said...

Beautiful Marina!...You always have a lovely poem on hand to go with a lovely moment :-)

Love the castle!

Traumkraut said...

Der Marina,
that's so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.


Melissa Ellen (Making Honey) said...

to see through the eyes of a child, is to see with beauty; a lovely post

Christine said...

Imaginative play is beautiful.