In honor of National Poetry Month, I want to share one of my favorites.

Halfway Down

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 isn't really

anywhere!

It's somewhere else

instead!"

--A. A. Milne (from When We Were Very Young)

In the realm of great poetry, it probably doesn't deserve a mention. But all poetry doesn't have to have deep meaning and provoke profound thought. Sometimes it's ok for it to just make us smile. And this makes me smile.

And because it's Wednesday and therefore no real reason at all, here is another favorite from Mr. Milne

Six

When I was One

I was just begun.

When I was Two

I was nearly new.

When I was Three

I was hardly me.

When I was Four

I was not much more.

When I was Five

I was just alive.

But now I am Six and clever as clever.

I think I'll stay Six forever and ever.

(from Now We Are Six)

Enjoy your day. However old you are.