poetry?

yes, poetry. rachel and i have been working on learning this poem for about a month. i saw it in a book and thought it was adorable. she recited it for me last night completely from memory all by her little self.

halfway down

by a. a. milne (the guy that wrote winnie the pooh)

halfway down the stairs is a stair where i sit

there isn't any other stair quite like it

i'm not at the bottom

i'm not at the top

so this is the stair where i always stop

halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down

it isn't in the nursery

it isn't in the town

and all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head:

"it really isn't anywhere!

"it's somewhere else instead!"