Please forgive me. I do not know whose blog this comes from, nor where they found the poem. If you know, please tell me. I love this so very much. ETA: A lovely reader reminded me that this is by John Ciardi, but I still don't know when this beautiful copy of it was printed! The search for source continues…
Sara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.