There stands a little man in the wood alone.He wears a little mantle of velvet brown.
Say, who can the man there be,
Standing underneath the tree
With a mantle of velvet brown?
His hair is all of gold, and his cheeks are red.
He wears a little black cap upon his head
Say, who can the man there be,
Standing, oh so silently,
With a little black cap upon his head?
With a little black cap upon his head?
The photo of the Jack-in-the-Pulpit is from National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Wilderflowers, Eastern Region, Revised Edition, published by Alfred Knopf:New York, 2001









Princess was the perfect dog for our family including a timid girl of five. Like me, Princess was easily frightened. She did not bark at visitors but preferred to hide under the bed when we had guests. Although Princess was mild-mannered, she did have several delights. She was spoiled and would beg food from the table. Our family of five was happy to oblige this sweet dog by giving her bits and pieces of our supper. She also enjoyed licking the last remnants of ice cream from an emptied container. Furthermore, Princess loved the snow; I can see her now bounding through snow almost as high as the little dog. Although Princess is long gone, she did live twenty years.
